Well, here I am at Mar-A-Lago, but there doesn’t seem to be anyone else around. Lots of coats on hooks, though. Door seems to be locked. Some music filtering in.
That time I saw cash blowing around the street. I pulled over and started gathering it all up. I literally had a fistful of dollars. I was very happy until I looked up and saw a purse.
My first thought was “dangit! I’ll bet there’s some ID in there”.
There was. My brief experience with $600 street-dollars ended when the real owner answered the phone.
Three skin tags and one mole.
I once voted for Jerry Brown, mostly because he had a hot girlfriend…
There was that one time I considered not walking the shopping cart back to the place where the carts go in the parking lot.
That time I saw cash blowing around the street. I pulled over and started gathering it all up. I literally had a fistful of dollars. I was very happy until I looked up and saw a purse.
My first thought was “dangit! I’ll bet there’s some ID in there”.
There was. My brief experience with $600 street-dollars ended when the real owner answered the phone.
This damn gator tattoo. Just kidding. That’s the best thing on my chest
Too few women, too much time.
^ First comment of 2025.
And it seems you have ‘too much time on your hands.’ 😆
Speaking of women, this place use to have some. Where’d day go?
I love you guys. Let’s buy a bar somewhere.
Make a Pub and I’m in.
If I get pardoned, do I get to keep the CASH, DIAMONDS and CARS?
Less 10%