Post Your Stories & Pix Of Found Money

no, I think some toothless, crusty old 'key-wasted' buzzard lost his change purse/beer money stash. it was in the slightly-upsloping entrance drive into a gas station, near a car wash. that seems more plausible. the coins came home with me, the sock stayed where I dropped it.

lol! I no drinkie + I still have all of my teeth, even my wisdom teeth. and I'm not key-wasted (yet). oddly enough, my mom, my dad & my 5 years younger brother lost all of their teeth before they reached 60, 50, 40, resp.... I'm 59... lucky me... cat-lovin', zincoln-pickin' street pirate with all of his teeth, captain of the good ship Crusty Bugger... no rum for me, gatorade will do...

ahoy, matey! ahoy, me hearties!

aye, I be plottin' me night, lyin' in bed after a significant portion of a large batch of baked ziti & meatballs down the hatch, along with 2 migraine pills to knock out a low-grade, but persistent headache centered over me right eye & temple, but no hangin' the jib here... me galley be 100 degrees; I had two pots a-boilin', one skillet a-simmerin' and the oven a-warmin', I was one drippy son of a biscuit-eatin' landlubber.. all of that after 2 hours in a yard this afternoon, trimmin' trees & schleppin' debris, aaahhhrrrr... shiver me timbers, I sucked down the hatch 2 gatorades, 2 bottles of ice water and a jar of iced tea... whacked, but not quite three sheets to the wind, still lookin' forward to feedin' me street kitties & lookin' for pieces of eight tokens & wild cabbage later tonight. aahhhrrrr, I still have some booty to find for the coffers. avast, I am bent, but not broken. kitties keep me goin', so does my ccf.