Showing posts with label Oprah needs to hook a sista up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oprah needs to hook a sista up. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

If I was Oprah Rich: Round IV

If I was Oprah rich... I would have a killer pool in my backyard.

Think Playboy mansion style...






With a couple of these bad boys...





Please note that I do not want the Playboy mansion pool. There is no amount of pool cleaner/chlorine/bleach that can wash away all the nasties floating in those waters and covering those surfaces. Ideally I would like to be able to do the breast-stroke across my pool without contracting syphilis or getting a pube in my eye, and I'm afraid that isn't possible in Hugh Hefner's giant sex bath.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

If I was Oprah rich: Round III

If I was Oprah rich... I would take a vacation to Bora Bora Island.

More specifically the Bora Bora Lagoon Resort & Spa.










I'd swim all day and lounge all night, as well as eat a lot of grapes and drink a lot of champagne since that seems like a fancy schmancy thing to do. I'd stay there as long as I desired, or until the rugged mountain skyline, crystal blue water, white sand beaches and tropical atmosphere got old. In other words, this would end up being more of a long hiatus than a brief vacation.

Don't worry, I'd send postcards.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

If I was Oprah rich: Round II

If I was Oprah rich... I would be rollin' in a classic Shelby Mustang.








And with my Oprah money I would make sure to get one in every color. To match my outfits, of course. Or my moods. Both are everchanging.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

If I was Oprah rich: Round I

If I was Oprah rich... I would buy this home.





Don't worry, I would tone down the pink for both B and I's sake.