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
Just import Sharon, she's short enough :)
(Sorry hun, had to throw that in.)
The question is, what are the legal penalties for smuggling Sharons across the OH-PA border?
Not being a controled substance of any sort, I don't think there are any penalties.
However, I'm fairly certain your jacket won't fit me. ;-)
Oh, I dunno. It might. :) It's a thrift-store-second-hand deal. . . I love it.