Ian is rich now

I told Ian that he should put his Taft Punk photoshop on Yay!book and that he would be rich by noon.  So, it being 12:18 and with no word from him, I can only assume that he is out buying some rhino horn boots or something and will be just insufferable when I see him later.  "I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm shitting money!" he'll laugh.  Because that's how those things work, right?

I mean this blog had made me rich beyond my wildest dreams - in friendship.  AWWW.