When I say to you that I saw a stack of about 15 of these over the weekend, you’ll believe one of many things:
1) I’m a big, fat liar
2) I robbed a bank and now have cash and no debt–yay Dave Ramsey!
3) I picked up a job as a drug dealer
While many of these answers might excite you, the real answer is I saw someone ELSE’S stack of thousand dollar bills in their ginormous safe sitting next to their 20 Rolex watches inside their larger-than-my-bedroom gun “closet” fully equipped with it’s own alarm system.
No big whoop.
This was just one piece of my weekend that also includes laughing so hard that I could swear someone kicked me in the ribs and having a dance party (you rocked it, N’Sync) while a college acquaintance (I don’t use the word friend, cuz we weren’t/aren’t) remained passed out like a champ on B’s couch. B, the Demmecks, and I then proceeded to leave said “friend” while we went out downtown….and came back to him still being shady on the couch. Breathing, but shady nonetheless.
The full post may take awhile, but I’ll get it all written down because you will NOT want to miss out. Reason being, I’m going to have to come up with some killer aliases because Mr. Thousand-Dollah-Bills-Y’all thinks there’s a possibility he could be kidnapped.
Yes, I’m serious.