Nice! For my American friends, that is not monopoly money. At one point I spilled a lot of beer on myself and was paid $10 by a fellow to wring my shirt into his mouth. I have no soul left.
However, I am regaining my dignity and self respect by painting lots of very cute things. I bought a couple old paintings from a thrift store a while ago of children holding bunny rabbits and things. It got me all excited about painting my own boys and girls holding the item(s) they love the best. Here we have some half-finished lovelies. A girl in love with her octopus, and a young man (who will obviously have a twirly moustache) with a bowl of avocados.
There going to be so precious! I can't wait to tell you the stories about these two that are forming in my head. O the lucky octopus!
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I definitely DON'T want to know what you've been doing for that cash.
Or do I?...
Let's just say it involved buying a rather large bra and filling it full of old socks.
*looks in empty wallet" How large is this rather large bra and how many socks are we talking?
Every once in a while, back when I lived in Milwaukee, Wisconsin we'd get a Canadian dime, quarter or nickel when receiving change from a purchase at a store. Then I'd be like, 'awww man...canadian money"
because you could receive it in change from store, but good luck trying to use it to buy any damn thing. No one will take it.
I bet with the shape the American dollar is intoday, people in other countries find a buck these days and are like, "aww man...what the hell am I gonna do with this?"
What is truly odd about Wisconsin is how Canadian the culture is. The upper peninsula Wisconsinites (aka u.p. aka "yoopers"), many of which are migrated Canadians, have migrated south towards Milwaukee and infected the culture. It took me years to stop saying things like "that's a nice car, EH?" My grandmother used to say "ainnahey?" you betcha.
Lucky for me, Glenn, the rodeo at which I was slinging beer was full of American tourists who didn't realize our dollars are currently worth the same, or who didn't know the difference between one and two dollar coins, and thusly tipped very nicely.
I never say eh. No one I know says eh. I think it's an eastern thing.
Oh, and T.Allen, it was two pairs per cup. Along with long blond pigtails and a giggly stupid persona. I hate myself.
I LOVE that painting on the left. I'm doing all I can to keep myself from believing that I need it. :D
I met an artist this past weekend with this moustache and I thought about you right away :) You'd be in love (he's got work at the Louvre, not kidding)!
So...the beer wench phase is over?
The cash looks impressive...must have been worth it...even the t-shirt wringing.
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