also mrs dooktruck found a 20 while jogging she picked it up
then she felt like someone was watching her and felt guilty so she jogged around the block and put it back where she found it
WTH
also mrs dooktruck found a 20 while jogging she picked it up
then she felt like someone was watching her and felt guilty so she jogged around the block and put it back where she found it
WTH
Very first porn I ever saw in my life circa 1967 was road porn. Or rather, woods porn: We were 6 or 7 years old walking in the woods behind the baseball field at the end of our block and we stumbled over a small paper bag. Inside the bag was a black&white tri-fold pamphlet advertising an 8mm film you could order, along with some stills from the film. I still remember the title to this day (mostly because it makes dubious grammatical sense), "The Nudistic Honeymoon"
They both wore sneakers.
Depends on what you call loot. I have found lots of money up to a $20. Also hammers, various wrenches, knives, box cutters, phones, DVD's, video tapes and the list goes on and on.
Good cyclists are:
Visible, Predictable, Alert, Assertive and Courteous
They also use the five layers of protection available.
Layer 1: Control your bike
Layer 2: Know and follow the rules of the road
Layer 3: Ride in the smartest lane position
Layer 4: Manage hazards skillfully
Layer 5: Utilize passive protection.
Chris, Broussard, LA
i mean yeah i guess i did
mrs dooktruck wants me to take it back coz she says it take sup too much room
basically people in my hood just dump stuff there to get rid of it sort of an eyesore...that dumping spot is
i should probably clarify i didn't roll up to goodwill and steal their stuff per se
this is a bin in a parking lot where people drop off stuff...then people in the apartments across the street rummage through it all and take what they want
this isn't your normal fancy hood that you dudes probably live in
goodwill is miles away from the bin idk even know when they pick the stuff up once a month
but yeah i stole from them
i might donate it right back though
If you see a bill sticking out of a capped pipe, don't take it! I still clearly remember this lesson from an officer speaking to my 3rd grade class for some reason.
elysian
Tom Tolhurst
Pipe bomb.
I found $800 cash on an onramp about 15 years ago. It was inside of a small bank pouch which also contained a few assorted business cards. Eventually found the owner and returned it.
He promised a reward. I'm still waiting...but not really.
My wife and I found a blackberry left behind by a cyclist one day (we were merely walking after breakfast). I thought about leaving it hoping he'd come back, but realized that it would be snatched up by another walker-by in seconds. Figured out how to unlock the keycode and my wife called a few contacts. The guy meets us at Sports Authority in cycling clothing (I didn't know he was a cyclist when we found it). We strike up a conversation - he tries to give us $100 and we refuse - then offers to buy my son shoes (the reason for Sports Authority) and we still refuse. The guy turns out to be a pretty nice guy and constantly calls us to offer us various favors and just to talk about family and South Florida. Funny how we meet these people.
And I've never found any cashish on the ground while riding. I found a pair of Oakley's once - but they don't look good on me (non sports model).
Auk's words to live by:
Blow up and pin a picture of M. Bartoli on your wall. When you achieve that position, stop. Until then, stretch, ride, stretch, ride, eat less, and ride more.
That's pretty cool. The blackberry I found, the guy gave me a $5 bottle of wine. I cooked with it.
My wife and I keep making up outrageous stories of what that phone must have contained to have someone be so persistant about paying back the favor.
Oh yeah - sometimes I find cash in the dryer - hoping its out of my wife's pants. That's the only way I can get money from her.
Auk's words to live by:
Blow up and pin a picture of M. Bartoli on your wall. When you achieve that position, stop. Until then, stretch, ride, stretch, ride, eat less, and ride more.
I have found various wrenches. Two of them are snap on. Also some sockets. Never any money though.
Drift along the karma line - when my brother in law was a kid he had a chemistry set and being the son of a professor of chemical engineering he had some extra supplies laying around so one thing led to another and he blew up the pine trees in front of the house of the neighbor with a lawn obsession. Of course there was about one viable suspect so he was busted right away and had to pay for the replacements. Not two days later on his paper route he found a wallet in the middle of the road, when he went with his dad to return it the guy was so grateful he gave him all the folding money.... enough to pay for the trees. His dad was only slightly amused.
I once found a wallet on the ground while riding. I was riding solo downhill (towards where the start of the Tour of the Gila's ITT is) and it registered in my brain what I had just seen, so I did a 180 and rode back up the hill about 100 m. Inside was a little more than $300 and an ID. I rode back to town and turned it in at the city police dept. A couple days later, it made the newspaper than an anonymous good Samaritan returned a lost wallet which belonged to a local guy who worked as a dishwasher. It was his entire 2-weeks pay. I was able to use the newspaper clipping as a teachable moment for my 5th grade class but they didn't believe it was me. My students said even it was me, I was crazy for turning in the money.
Karma works both ways. Here in Venezuela, I once lost my passport (my only ID at the time and it had my visa). After about 3 days I decided I better go to Caracas to the US Embassy and see what I needed to do. Just as I was getting ready to head to the bus station (a 6 hour bus ride) I got a phone call. It was some local guy who had my passport. His wife had found it on the floor of a panaderia (bakery) I had been at. Somehow he tracked me down (don't know how he did and got my phone number). I got my passport back, offered a reward but the guy refused. I insisted he at least take his wife out for a good meal with the reward money, then he agreed.
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