This is my friend Dan.
Wes lives in DC.
Dan lives in Delaware.
A few weeks ago Dan bought one of Wes old cross bikes. While Wes is in DC, and Dan is in Wilmington, I happened to be traveling between the two cities, well close. Wes brought me the frame in Leesburgh, I delivered the frame to Dan in Delaware. Dan handed me an envelope of cash to pass to back to Wes.
That's where the trouble comes in. I clearly remember bringing home the envelope of cash. Then that's when the trouble gets started. I kinda lost the envelope. You know with the cash.
Don't tell Wes.
seriously.
So I call monkey today and ask her, "hey honey have you seen an envelope of cash laying around the house?"
A friend from work walked by my office as I asked her this, she shook her head laughed at my question.
Diane replied, "sorry babe, no envelops stuffed with cash..."
don't tell Wes.
respect.
fatmarc vanderbacon
BTW, I found the cash tonight. We'll just keep that between us. Hopefully I can ride with Wes this weekend and get the cash out of my hand, and into his... You know before I lose it again...
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Oh my god....I absolutely love that song and video. Now when I hear it on my MP3 I'll picture the brotha karate kicking whitey in the back along with the classic line that follows.
Thank You Marc.
ddub
I was reading this and saying in my head, "I am going to kill him".. you know in a nice way....
God, I even hope you two can ride together he needs to find it, the C3 connection
I hear Wes had a brother killed for losing his cash. That or giving his wife a foot rub. Can't remember which.
im jammin'. thanks!
Sheesh. I thought I was the only one who did sh*t like that.
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