On his first million.
- GirlFriend: So you’re going to buy me a pony, right?
- BoyFriend: No, I’m going to buy ME a pony. Made of gold. With rockets.
- GF: And then with the rest you’re going to buy me a pony, right?
- BF: I don’t think there will be anything left after I get my gold rocket horse.
p class=”note”>Hat-tip to dooce