Dude... Your sleuthing skills terrify me sometimes.
...walks into a bar.
Bartender: Hey, Houston! How's your alpaca farm doing out their in the Nevadan desert?
Houston: Sold it, due to advice from my son, Sonny. Tell him, Sonny.
Sonny: Yep! Dad is correct. We's now goin' to Costa Rica to Build a new city, sell lottery tickets, fuck wild women, and do cocaine.
Bartender: Bright boy you have there, Houston.
Houston: You know what they say about acorns...