I did own a bar in Philly with two other dudes and my Dad (and my sister worked there too, but we'd never let her be part owner, she's an idiot). Anyway, after some b.s. with my Dad and the guys, my sister and I decided to go on unemployment so we'd have free time to live out our dreams (acting, writing, etc.).
The unemployment ran out pretty quick but we had a super tight back up plan to milk the system some more by going on welfare. We told the lady in the welfare office that my sister was mentally retarded (I even had her wear a pink bicycle helmet backwards to play up the part, she does aspire to be an actress after all) and I was a former crack head caring for her and that we'd like our welfare.
She started spouting all this nonsense about us needing medical proof of my sisters retardation and blood tests proving my addiction to crack. Seeing as how neither of us had smoked crack before that was going to prove difficult. However, we concocted a fool proof plan to buy and smoke crack, JUST THE ONCE mind you, we're not really crackheads, just people pretending to be to get welfare.
We were actually able to score crack rock fairly cheap in my opinion, and my sister had scheduled us for our blood tests later that day. Our plan had one little hitch though...being high caused us to miss our appointment by a whole day, not to mention we were both cold and sweating at the same time, plus very itchy.
We promised to only buy crack one more time and not miss the appointment this time. So, another $200 later we scored another crack rock.
Needless to say, the plan failed. We cleaned our shit up and made amends with our Dad and two other friends Charlie and Mac. After that we got our old jobs back at the bar.