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I got him a dragon at the Southbank Center, when we got lunch.
Today, Gathers and I walked down Buckingham Palace Road. We saw a sign I had to photograph. Then, on the next block, another. And another on the following block...
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"(Asks), why do you want to shoot all of my favorite animals out of guns?" - JibJib
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Well, Asks asked me to bring some American coins because his brother wanted to do a project with them. So I did. I got change at the bank, and because they were out of envelopes, they gave me a nice zipper bag. When I gave it to Asks, he asked how much ge owed me. I told him not to worry about it. So he went on for a bit about how I'm so nice I literally came and gave him a bag of money. He teased me about it a few times.
A few days later, I was really tired after lunch and just put my head down on the table and probably would have fallen asleep if I was physically capable of taking naps. Asks declared that I was dead and called dibs on the loot. So I pulled out the plastic bag with the UK cash I had, handed it to him, and went back to "sleep," prompting an exasperated Asks to say "Dammit, Paul! Stop giving me bags of money!"
Then he went home, and the customs agent spotted the bag full of coins in the x-ray of his luggage. Pulled Asks aside to question him about it. When he told me the story, I agreed that bags of money are just trouble. And he decided that that was why I'd foisted it off on him.
It's one of those stories where I think you had to be there. But it amuses me.
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"(Asks), why do you want to shoot all of my favorite animals out of guns?" - JibJib
Some potentially informative links, should you be interested:
WearsHats wrote:Asks declared that I was dead and called dibs on the loot.
Every D&D bone in my body was laughing hysterically at this-- most my gaming sessions devolved into an event that prompted someone to call "dibs" on some dead guy's stuff. Good times...
Thank you Asks! And thanks for the story Wears. It's a little bit of "you had to be there," but it's also hilarious for any table-top gamer.