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^ You should have just did it at work. Get paid! Cops and cash seizure... The scam has been getting more and more press lately. Something like 90 % of the US currency in circulation has drug residue on it. Mostly cocaine. So of course drug dogs are going to alert on them bundles you got stacked in your backpack. Cases are getting thrown out and people are getting their money back more frequently. But this shit still happens all the time, chalk it up to the game right? Yeah right. Vacuum seal that shit like it is drugs and put it in the trap. Carrying racks around concealed will always get them seized if they find 'em though. Pigs will start to question you if searched, and found with more than 2,000 bucks in cash. I mean this obviously varies. 10,000 is what everybody hears but hell nah. Unless you're Kobe Bryant or like James Cameron or something. It depends a lot on your history/record and the situation. You basically have to convince them that you came across this money legally. Have a good story, especially if you don't have a 'real' job and proof of income. Also a reason why you're carrying that much helps. 'Well gee I was on my way to so and so to purchase a work truck I'd seen on Craigslist' etc... Money orders man. Moooney orders.

Oh god. That bitch is a snitch. And she's fucking stupid. Carry on.

Army people.

Bitch has 6 cupholders. Must aquire.

That's that dude WILT CHAMBERLAIN. Believe it o... EVERYBODY GET DOWN.

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haha Perfect. Get that Barefoot, bitches love 6$ Merlot. 15 bucks and you're in. 5 left over for smokes.

Just saying, if you were to get the call. You know- 'the call'. A first responder at the fucking scene telling you that a friend was dead because of some shit like that. Of all the people, friends, family, and acquaintances that I have. This was the last person, the absolute last fucking person... that I would have expected to have this happen to. And most definitely the last to deserve it.

Not to hijack your shit, but I don't start threads. My best friend, Leabs. http://www.times-standard.com/ci_19846829?source=most_viewed This happened a week ago today. I'm still in absolute fucking shock. You guys have no idea how beautiful of a person this girl was. Normally I'm callous and cold to things like this- drunk driving and what can happen as a result. But this is a wake the fuck up call. She was on her way to a hotel room suite that me and my boy had rented for the evening. All of us needed a day off of 'work' and she never made it. There are circumstances to this shit that have me fucking floored. Agh. I dunno, will share a bit more later when I drink the feelings away. Maybe. Liv life

The whole time I'm weari g a camouflage shirt that looks like skittles Beacause I'm hyphy. It's fucking crazyz.

Lmfao So I'm like this birch is hella stupesters! Manwhile my best Brodie breh lady is all up in my mother fucking grill piece -- like "you want me to hit her?" I'm like, "fuck yeh! Git it" So she says I says I says to em I says I sqys

"If I could buy property anywhere...?" You guys would definitely not know about it. So here's two places where I will never be purchasing property- Down south. Up north. A friend just purchased land in Southern Oregon, via the internet. He doesn't know how to use the webs, basically. So he went in blind on the deal and got ultimately fucked. He didn't do the proper research and assumed that all land is good when you're talking 10-15 racks. Things like water access, wells... meh I didn't read the thread because it was so long and densely packed with insightful information. So I'm unaware of how you are acquiring this property. But don't go about it as that one dude did.

Also, I'm pretty sure that I understand what BSM means now. Fuck, this drive is going to brutal.

Hahahaha... Dude. :lol: I fucking forgot about that moment. Appreciated you having us over. Enjoy the Christmas trees.

Trolling bitches in yellow beanies is what I do.... SMH. :lol: Fucking great times last night Boats. Enjoy the Christmas trees broseph mon.

If you see a pebble on the floor in the bathroom. Don't pick it up. It's probably not a pebble.

Right. Right... I got 86'd from a bar last night. First time ever as an individual. Anyways... good times. Literally, the dive was called Good Times tavern. I've decided to have my liver pickled, put in a jar and placed above the Whiskey selection. People will ask, "who's liver is that there?" and the bartender will tell the story of me... and my peoples.

East Bay bound. Just emerged from deep behind the redwoods in off the grid southern Humboldt county. First time I've had cell phone service in a month. Truck full of that full-sun fire. Cruise control and and a chase car with a tail light out for assurance purposes, how it gets done. The fuck is up oontz!