@toybulldog wrote:
Whatever can the question mean.
I was once a dealer but it was a long time ago. I used to sell counterfeit biscuits in a shady part of biscuit town. It financed my first empire. The best thing was bringing them into the country one at a time, flying low to avoid coastal radar, and this kept the street price high for digestives. Eventually the Feds nabbed me – damn those Feds and their advanced biscuit surveillance techniques…….they gave me twenty years in Alcatraz. But I managed to float away on a garibaldi I had stashed away. I then held up a store (it was easy holding it up – all them biscuits gave me criminal strength you see) and continued with my getaway.
Not proud of any of this of course and I’d appreciate it if you kept this information to yourself. But we were all young once. Nowadays I’m a changed man. If a person was to offer me a nice biscuit now with my afternoon tea, why first I slowly count to ten, try and focus on how my life used to be such hell, and use advanced meditation techniques to slow my metabolism right down.
Then I attack that person.
:lol: :lol: