October 26th, 2006
|05:36 pm - A pocket full of gold coins. . .|
Today, I found myself with a pocket full of gold coins.
(This often happens when one leaves the post office.)
A sneaky, mischevious grin tugged at the corners of my mouth and sparkled in my eye as I left, though, because I could think only one thought:
"I am a Chaote, and I have a pocket full of gold coins."
My question to you all, all the people on my flist, is this:
"If you were a Chaote, and you had a pocket full of gold coins, what would you do?"
I'd make it a poll, but something tells me some answers might be longer than 255 characters. . .
(feel free to tell me, too, if this scene seems as . . . dangerous/mischevious/frightening to you as it does to me)
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Presents to Send You", -JB
|Date:||October 26th, 2006 06:20 pm (UTC)|| |
You could still dress up as a leprechaun, and if any one argues about your height, start crying and yelling (with a thick accent, of course) about the perils of being a leprechaun with Pituitary Gigantism.
"Aye, ye'd be thinkin' I was too tall, ye goat-sucking English spawn! And what, may I ask, is the proper size for a leprechaun? Ye certainly don' be lookin' like ye've found a pot 'o gold recently, in yer raggedy rags and yer rough hands.
Eet's me curse! All the other Leprechauns laugh at me, too! No gold for ye, ya bastard!"
Then I should pull out a lighter and a smoke bomb and "disappear" by running away in the "concealing" smoke.