Like a young Alan Sugar...
A friend of mine who was especially entrepreneurial at school (he sold knock off CDs he burned at home and charged people for lifts after he'd learned to drive) decided to take a year out before Uni to get rich. His plan was to start an Internet business selling custom-printed mousemats (hardly original, but this was pre-2001 when everyone thought you could basically start a website on Monday and you'd be Bill Gates by next weekend.

Off I went to Uni, then came back after my first term for Christmas, and met up with him and some old friends (most of whom had just returned from Uni too) for a few drinks.

'How's the business going.'
'Ah, y'know, it's not, really...'
'Oh. Why not?'
'Well, I needed printers to print the mats, and the printers were a bit expensive.'
'Right.'
'So I've taken a rain-check...'
'Right.'
'Might do something later in the year.'
'What are you up to at the moment then?'
'Erm... playing Championship Manager and learning to play guitar.'
'Right.'
'And wanking. Lots.'
'Oh.'
'Yeah. This week's been rubbish, though.'
'Why's that'
'Callous on my cock. I think I've over-done it.'
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Thu 3 Dec 2009, 15:46, Reply)