"Oh my gosh, look what I just found. A wad of bills in my pants pocket!." or "Look, I found eight dollars in these jeans I haven't worn in a month." That's one of the best feeling in the world. Of course as you unroll the money blob you are hoping there's a twenty in the middle. But even if there isn't, finding money, even your own money is so cool. Because for some weird reason it's free money. I can do anything I want with money I find in my pants pocket or better still in the washing machine. If I'm doing the laundry and find a ten dollar bill, I'm keeping it buddy. I don't care who's pants it came out of, that Jackson is mine and there's no telling what I'm gonna do with it. Hell, I might buy ten dollars worth of gummy worms and call it a happy day.
Showing posts with label money. Show all posts
Showing posts with label money. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
I'm Jacking Your Cash!
"Oh my gosh, look what I just found. A wad of bills in my pants pocket!." or "Look, I found eight dollars in these jeans I haven't worn in a month." That's one of the best feeling in the world. Of course as you unroll the money blob you are hoping there's a twenty in the middle. But even if there isn't, finding money, even your own money is so cool. Because for some weird reason it's free money. I can do anything I want with money I find in my pants pocket or better still in the washing machine. If I'm doing the laundry and find a ten dollar bill, I'm keeping it buddy. I don't care who's pants it came out of, that Jackson is mine and there's no telling what I'm gonna do with it. Hell, I might buy ten dollars worth of gummy worms and call it a happy day.
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