Julio Bonilla’s Reviews > The Wolf of Wall Street > Status Update

Oh, yes, in spite of it all, Mad Max was very sneezy—favoring navy-blue blazers, spread Brititsh collars, solid navy neckties, and tan gabardine....

All this money being made and you three imbeciles blowing it like there's no tomorrow. It's a fucking,,,,

In fact, just the thought of it is getting Mommy all excited! Don't you just hate helicopters, Daddy?

I don't know, Mommy, I think you're all talk and no action. Please yourself? I don't believe you.

Christ! My own maid was offering to fetch me Quaaludes at seven-thirty in the morning! How long was I supposed to stay sober? Wherever I was, there were drugs close behind, chasing after me, calling my name.

It was gorgeous outside. The sky was filled with countless stars, twinkling brilliantly. The temperature was unseasonably warm for December. There wasn’t a stitch of wind, which gave the air that earthy, woodsy smell that reminds you of your childhood.🌃

We clinked glasses. 🍸

They’re out of the money!

By twelve o’clock, I was dizzy, and I was starving. In fact, I was dizzy and starving and sweating profusely. But, most of all, I was hooked. The mighty roar was surging through my very innards and resonating with every fiber of my being.

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