Are you kidding? This is a change to get an even bigger garage. Let's see, buy the scotch, open a bar, lose the bottle, lose everything, take out a loan, start a tie-dyed t-shirt business and follow a band around, sell the t-shirts off and invest in dental floss ranch in Montana and a small hotel in Belize, wrangle floss, start up an encrusted tweezers business with a sideline in muffin research only to invent the next big muffin annointment tool, slip on some unbaked muffin batter and pith myself (I've had worse) falling into a coma, only to wake up ten years later, refreshed and sparkling with zircon encrustations, find the bottle of Glenavon, rub rocks in my head for breakfast, sell the hotel, sell the bottle of scotch, buy a 4 car garage and Bob's your uncle.
Sign me up.