Wow. What a creative way you've found to brag.
Guys, I'm worried about the path my life has taken. I'm only 31, and I already have a solid-gold house and a rocket car. My supermodel wife says sex with me is too amazing; we have to limit it to five times a day so that she doesn't die of exhaustion. She lets me see other women, but most of them are only B-level actresses - rarely an Oscar among them. I recently gained telepathy, which allows me to force people to do my bidding. I'll be President of the Universe next month if my latest initiative works out, which they always do.
It's all happening too fast. Just six months ago I was a lowly trillionaire. Six months before that I took over China in a bloodless coup. Twelve months before that, I was a successful rock-star-slash-NFL-quarterback, which was six months after I made my first billion playing Russian roulette against Saudi oil sheiks.