We Got The Dirty Moneys

Thank God it is Friday! However, lets not thank God for the bag of cut up money which was sitting outside my apartment door on Wednesday night. Yep, you read it. Dirty money. It’s time for a serious blog.

Ok so I will brief you – it is around about 12 or 1 am and I have just awoke from a light sleep. I over hear my girls Silk and Laura discussing a bag of money, however, I am drowsy / not in a state to be actively seeking information. So I just lie in my bed trying to figure out whatever they are talking about while replying to Rachel’s text – some girl from work who stalks me. And then I fall back into a sleep.

7:30 am arrives and my INSANELY loud dance alarm tone goes off. I walk through to the kitchen and what is on the table? A bag of money. At this point im thinking to myself what is a bag of money doing on the table until my one flickering braincell is fully operational – yes it was the bag of money the girls were discussing – IT WAS NOT A DREAM.

Anyway, throughout the whole day all I could think about was this bag of money. Who put it outside my apartment door? Why even choose my apartment in the first place? Who does it belong to? Why have the police not arrived to collect it even though Silk had called them about a day ago? Is this some sort of organised crime ritual before breaking into someones apartment or will I be walking down the street, only to be intercepted by a SWAT team who thinks im illegally trading counterfit money? All these questions still unanswered.

But the only conclusion that I can draw is that it may be from downstairs – you see, there is a landing area beside our apartment door and the landlord has her big family staying with her – so being the Queen Bee she decided to store some furniture there. And maybe, when moving something, the bag of money simply fell out without them noticing. Only if the money was not cut up then this blog could have been completely different; it probably would have went something like: HA HA HA HA HA HA. Aha, there are a few 100 dollar cut up bills in that bag.

However, this incident has made me think. Do you really know your neighbours? I certainly dont.

On a final note this is by far one of the most bizarre situations ive ever found myself to be in – what is the most EPIC bizarre situation you have ever found yourself to be in? Please recite.

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