When I was 5, I wanted a pony. I had no idea what I'd exactly do with the damn thing, what I'd feed it, or where I'd even keep it in our small apartment. All I knew is that I wanted a pony, and in my mind, that was sufficient justification for wanting a pony. Today I'm much older and only slightly more practical. Which is why I find myself wanting a private jet. Not just any private jet - the Bombardier Global 8,000. Unlike any other private jet in its class, this bad boy has a range of 9,000 miles, or roughly the distance from New York to Bangkok. It's two next generation General Electric engines helps deliver efficiency with low fuel burn and low emissions. Again, I really have no idea where I'd keep the damn thing, or how I'd afford to keep it in operation. It'd just be cool to be able to grab a bunch of friends, hop onto my private jet and head over for a night in Bangkok.
Ah crap, now the song's stuck in my head. Go ahead, you know you want to press play...
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