It’s Monday in May. . .the first Monday in fact. Some may wonder what’s going on? Some may say that I’ve lost my touch. . . Nope, I haven’t. Trust me.
In any case of bewilderment, I have for you a newly shined, bowel formed, and pretty bow-tied present from the main ‘man’ of a phone itself. . .Sammy.
Go ahead, Sammy. Release the beast!
“There comes a time when (and where) you may find $20 on the street. Be wary, friend. I suggest so, for it may not just be a generous gift, by the likes in which you’ve found, but it could also be a trap. A trap I say! For lurking in the corners of the alley, there lie in wait, a pair of goons ready to take advantage of you. Not because of your newly acquired wealth, or if you’re a man. . .or a woman. . .or a child. No, because you now owe a debt—a debt to a man in an organization that does real bad wrong things.
Your refusal means your certain doom. While your agreement in the arrangement also signals further trouble.
So, tl;dr, leave that 20 spot on the ground. . .unless you’re ready to fight for that $20.
Oh, and it also could be a viral contaminant which results in a portion of the human race being wiped out. Either way, look both ways before crossing the street.”
Interesting. . . Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I am hungry. Who wants dinner?!
Check back for more but until then, take it easy.
