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I found ten dollars. Then I found ten dollars!
That's actually pretty badass. I'll take a free $20 any day! You lose!
I found ten dollars. Then I found ten dollars!
Hmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Ok you WIN!
How does he win? He has $10 more than he would have had if he didn't find the $10. Bullet-hole-ridden-kneecaps notwithstanding.
I was chest deep in the industrial meat grinder...
Lol... hmmmmm. Ok this is the last "someone died" story I'll approve. Stating the same thing a different way doesn't count (the previous was a child of yours died so not quite exactly the same). SO.... you WIN!
In his defense, by "chest deep in the industrial meat grinder", he meant Alkemyst's Mom.
I live in Africa and have no money, food and also walk 10 miles just to get some dirty/unfiltered water. On the way back home from my 10 mile walk thru a desert I found 10 bucks.
^_^
Though I dreaded the thought, I knew I had to force myself to go back to the burned-out pile of debris that used to be our family home. Yes, we had lost everything, but I still had hope that we could rebuild somewhere once I located and recovered the box that we hid in the basement wall so many years ago. That box would make the difference for all of us.
Our neighborhood was unrecognizable. I slipped through the police line that cordoned off the area by waiting until a shift change at 3 AM. I was counting on being able to figure out which charred pile was ours, and removing the box without making enough noise that the patrol would be alerted to my presence.
I never thought I would be happy that our neighbor decided to paint his home lime green last year, but there was just enough left visible for me to pick out his house, therefore knowing ours was the next one on the right. I hid behind a woodpile and waited for the patrol to pass by before starting my recovery effort. My tools: a crowbar and a small Mag-lite. It was all I dared to carry but even so, if I got caught I would be shot for looting before they even asked to see my ID.
Fortune was smiling on me as I saw that the home had collapsed in the other direction, leaving me clear access to the hiding place in the wall. I wouldn't even have to clear any debris, and this greatly improved my chances of getting out without being caught. Pulling out the stone that covered the box, I said a silent prayer of thanks that our box was there.
The box that would give us a new start. The box that held the $200,000 of gold and silver so we could bribe our way past the fence that kept us in Sector R. so we could go where people still could grow food.
I pulled out the box from the hole in the wall, being careful not to drop it from the weight. It was lighter than I remembered.
Too light. Very, very much too light.
I crouched down behind the wall and held the Mag-lite in my mouth, with my heart pounding. Somehow that gold had to be there. It HAD to be. It was the only thing that could save us.
I opened the lid.
And then I found 10 dollars.
tweak you lose
"I fondled myself and then I found 10 dollars."
or
"I fondled my wallet and then I found 10 dollars."
FONDLEFONDLEFONDLEFONDLEFONDLE
true story I went to the bank to deposit $10 and when I got the tube back I looked in the envelope for the receipt....
I found ten dollars. Then I found ten dollars!
The alien slug sent it's tentacles into my skull. My body began to convulse as I lost control over it. I could perceive all of my senses fading as neural information changed lanes, traveling to the slug instead instead of to the parts of my brain that processed it. My body slowly relaxed, and my head tipped to the side as I lost control of my neck muscles. My hands were flexing as the slug began to test out it's new ride. It curled my lips into a triumphant smile. Through my fading vision I saw something lying under the couch...
This is akin to dying which is no longer allowed, You lose!
EDIT:
Wait you already won previously, you have converted from winning to losing, WHYYYYY?
blah blah blah...
The man said he would kill me if all I had was $10.
I checked my wallet and ....
whoa, that's a lot of ass pennies...I was reading this thread scratching my butt and then I found 10 dollars.
Indian farmers say they want to sell vegetables, fruits, foodgrains at double the price because of inflation and also because some prostitutes earn $10,000 per night in India, and then I found ten dollars.
I was reading this thread scratching my butt and then I found 10 dollars.
I think this guy actually won.