I used to work in a smallish hometown bank. We had a self service change counting machine. It bogged down one day, because a tiny amber vial with a mysterious white powder jammed it up.
I’m picturing the household scene: accusations about who stole whose heroin, including the guy whose it was. He
You know that the missing bog butter created a kerfuffle. There were probably fingers pointed, blame asserted.
And this story should be brought to those who think you can’t keep butter on the counter in a butter keeper or you’ll die. Heck, imma keep mine in a bog.
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I’m picturing the household scene: accusations about who stole whose heroin, including the guy whose it was. He
Next time, I’m gonna keep my drugs in the butter bog.
/fin
And this story should be brought to those who think you can’t keep butter on the counter in a butter keeper or you’ll die. Heck, imma keep mine in a bog.