A classic: “Ullo John! Gotta New Motor!” by Alexei Sayle. If anyone has an MP3 of this that they’d be willing to send to me then pleeease let me know.
A thousand suits! Just imagine! The first time I read that paragraph, I actually ejaculated at the very idea of a thousand suits.
I don’t know why you’d want or need to fly to Australia if you had a thousand suits, unless you were hollering “I’ve got a thousand suits, you Aussie twats, how many have you got? Probably between one and three, if that!” out of the cockpit window before laughing and flying straight back home. Someday soon I’ll be rich, but I’ll have 1001 suits, and I’ll wear them all at once. I won’t need to fly to Australia, because I’ll be such a gigantic, important man, they’ll be able to hear my footsteps through the Earth.
“Wow, if I had a big car, and was Elvis and had that cup it’d be great!”