Let's get famous. Let's all wear clothing that screams originality. Let's not wear clothing at all. Let's grace the pages of countless fashion magazines with nothing but our skivies and tans to protect us. Let's pool our money together and buy up the country of Chile. It can be our home away from home, an all night party zone where I have invited you and you invite me. Let's surround ourselves with the famous. You're famous right? Good. This plan calls for the famous, not the destined to be so. Let's race cars around closed streets at night. Have you seen my jet? It's blue. Let's drink only the finest of spirits. I bought this Sherry back in '82. I'm pretty sure that is was a good year because it sure as hell was a good year for me. Let's tell jokes that make no sense. Let's paint our houses outrageous colors. Let's paint our houses clear. Let's fill swimming pools full of money. Yes, like Scrooge McDuck. (He's quite famous you know) Let's circumvent the velvet rope. Let's frequent the clubs of note. Let's weigh our bodies down with gold and jewels. I've got saphires on today. It's Thursday, right? Then, yes . . .saphires. Let's go hand in hand. Let's bemoan our lack of privacy and make sure to set the alarm. Let's be insane, but in a cool kind of way. Let's get famous.