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 me cot aft eatin' a significant portion o' baked ziti & meatballs, along wit' 2 migraine pills t' knock out a persistent low-grade headache 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 o' that aft 2 hours in a yard this noontime, trimmin' trees & schleppin' debris, aaahhhrrrr... shiver me timbers! 2 gatorades, 2 bottles o' ice water and a jar o' iced tea down the hatch... whacked, yet not quite three sheets t' the wind, lookin' forward t' the moonlight feedin' o' me street kitties & lookin' fer pieces of eight tokens & wild paper cabbage. aahhhrrrr, I 'ave booty t' find t' fill me coffers. avast, I be bent, but not broken. kitties keep me goin', so does me ccf.

aye, matey!