Ok I have a new rule. It goes like this you can only collect in one area. And since lucybob won the comic book thats going to be her area. No more collecting coins or currency. heheheheh now she wont be able to buy anymore franklins. mewhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaa. Stuck with some dumb old comic book . Hey what she paid 85 for it oh my god lucybop is rich hey you need a new younger husband.
Byron
oops lucybop sorry
Im unemployed again after 1.5 years with Kittyhawk they let me go.
I've put some thought into this, and I think I've come up with a plausable theory. Picture this:
Bad Dip
It's early afternoon, December 31st. Russ sits hunched over his desk. He tries to keep his mind on his work. He's preparing his latest acquisition of AH's for submission. A large bowl of "Russ's Secret Dipping Solution" sits on the desk in front of him.
"Aaayeee! My Pretty! Surely you will go 8, maybe 9! Is that a bit of frost I see on your devices?"
"Hey! Am I talking to myself?"
"What?"
"I said, 'Am I talking to myself?'"
"Hehehehe! This sure is a pretty little silver disk... I think I love you..."
"Oh man! Now, I'm talkin' to the coin! I'm feeling a little giddy... something's not right here."
Momentarily pulling his gaze from the 'pretty little silver disk', Russ focuses on the bowl before him. A silvery fog rises slowly from the dish, wafting ever-so-slowly directly towards Russ's face.
"This is just like smoke from a campfire... seems to follow me around the room. Wait a minute... I'm not moving. Sure feels like I'm moving... whoa Nellie! I like this!"
"Geez! Am I talking to myself again?"
"Seems awful quiet in here... can't even hear the exhaust fan."
"Exhaust fan? OH!"
It's the next day. Slowly, painfully, Russ raises his head from the desk. The dipping bowl sits on the table, dry as a bone, evaporation having worked it's magic. Next to it is a fresh hole in the desk exactly the size of a half dollar.
"DAMMIT! Another bad rinse! At least the desk didn't catch fire like last time. Man, do I have a headache..."
Looking at his watch, Russ realized he was almost late. He had a date with eBay... there was an AH he intended to snipe away from a CU board member. He couldn't remember which one. It didn't matter. They're all just cannon fodder to him, anyway. Like he's gonna let a mere human, with all those silly feelings, get between him and the Holy Grail. What a bunch of chumps!
His browser is already open to his my eBay page. He refreshes. He refreshes again.
"What the? I didn't bid on any items. What's this doing here?"
"Pep Comics #153 CGC F/VF 7.0 Martian cover??????? What the @#%& is that? I bid $45 on THAT? Who would pay to put THAT in a slab?"
"Oh man... what'm I gonna do? I'm high bidder. Of COURSE I'm high bidder. Who in their right mind would bid ANYTHING for that?"
"I'll cancel my bid. That's what I'll do, I'll just cancel it... tell them I was confused. Yeah, that's it. I was confused. I saw the slab, the F/VF. Simple case of mistaken identity. They'd buy that. The story! The story! They'd buy the story. NOBODY would buy that... that... that slabbed THING!"
"No. No, I can't do that. I placed a bid. I honor my bids. I'll just have to sweat this one out. Surely, someone will outbid me. I mean... there's bound to be somebody somewhere dipping some coins. Maybe a Franklin collector. Yeah... there's probably a boat load of Frankie collectors out there right now preparing some coins for submission."
The hours tick by at a snail's pace. His F5 key is now worn smooth from repeated refreshes... as if he could speed up time if he checked it every five seconds. Ten minutes to go.
"Where are all those damned Franklin collectors? What kind of wimpy dip are they using?"
Beaten, with a slight whimper, Russ's head drops to his lap. A huge tear splats on the floor. Then another. He's as close to the fetal position as he can be without doing a header off the chair. His vision blurs. He can't bring himself to look at the screen... to see his eBay name floating above a "Pay Now" button.
"I'll just pay for it and pretend it never happened. And... and... I SWEAR I'll never dip again! NEVER! Just let me put this behind me... PLEASE!"
He raises his head... steadies his hand, and refreshes one last time.
"BUWAAAAHHAAAAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!"
"I wasn't worried for a minute! Now, I needs me a fresh batch of dip!"
Hey Clark - you tryin' to out clank Clankeye?!?!?? That was perfect!
Lucy - you have earned your sniper's stripes for that great snipe - couldn't have happened to a nicer person!
BBBBWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Cecil Total Copper Nutcase - African, British Ships, Channel Islands!!! 'Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup'
ya know, when I read this title, I immediately had this vision of the Peanuts character "Lucy" wiping her mouth with the back of her hand while running in circles screaming "I've been KISSED BY A DOG!!!!!!"
"I want to die peacefully in my sleep like my Grandfather did, as opposed to screaming in terror like his passengers."
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"Senorita HepKitty"
"I want a real cool Kitty from Hepcat City, to stay in step with me" - Bill Carter
OOOk it's working
Russ, what are you doing looking at comics? aren't you scared you'll miss an AH kennedy?
Russ got SPANKED! By a GIRL!
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"Everything I have is for sale except for my wife and my dog....and I'm not sure about one of them."
<< <i>BWUAAAAAAHHAAAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Russ got SPANKED! By a GIRL!
>>
Brutal aint they
Russ, NCNE
Byron
oops lucybop sorry
My first YOU SUCK on May 6 2005
<< <i>Stuck with some dumb old comic book >>
One of the many things I collect!!!!!!!
"Senorita HepKitty"
"I want a real cool Kitty from Hepcat City, to stay in step with me" - Bill Carter
Russ got SPANKED! By a GIRL!
Too F-ing funny... way to go Lucy!!!
Say it isn't so.Not you the king of snipe.
Registry 1909-1958 Proof Lincolns
The King is dead, long live the Queen.
Russ, NCNE
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Bad Dip
It's early afternoon, December 31st. Russ sits hunched over his desk. He tries to keep his mind on his work. He's preparing his latest acquisition of AH's for submission. A large bowl of "Russ's Secret Dipping Solution" sits on the desk in front of him.
"Aaayeee! My Pretty! Surely you will go 8, maybe 9! Is that a bit of frost I see on your devices?"
"Hey! Am I talking to myself?"
"What?"
"I said, 'Am I talking to myself?'"
"Hehehehe! This sure is a pretty little silver disk... I think I love you..."
"Oh man! Now, I'm talkin' to the coin! I'm feeling a little giddy... something's not right here."
Momentarily pulling his gaze from the 'pretty little silver disk', Russ focuses on the bowl before him. A silvery fog rises slowly from the dish, wafting ever-so-slowly directly towards Russ's face.
"This is just like smoke from a campfire... seems to follow me around the room. Wait a minute... I'm not moving. Sure feels like I'm moving... whoa Nellie! I like this!"
"Geez! Am I talking to myself again?"
"Seems awful quiet in here... can't even hear the exhaust fan."
"Exhaust fan? OH!"
It's the next day. Slowly, painfully, Russ raises his head from the desk. The dipping bowl sits on the table, dry as a bone, evaporation having worked it's magic. Next to it is a fresh hole in the desk exactly the size of a half dollar.
"DAMMIT! Another bad rinse! At least the desk didn't catch fire like last time. Man, do I have a headache..."
Looking at his watch, Russ realized he was almost late. He had a date with eBay... there was an AH he intended to snipe away from a CU board member. He couldn't remember which one. It didn't matter. They're all just cannon fodder to him, anyway. Like he's gonna let a mere human, with all those silly feelings, get between him and the Holy Grail. What a bunch of chumps!
His browser is already open to his my eBay page. He refreshes. He refreshes again.
"What the? I didn't bid on any items. What's this doing here?"
"Pep Comics #153 CGC F/VF 7.0 Martian cover??????? What the @#%& is that? I bid $45 on THAT? Who would pay to put THAT in a slab?"
"Oh man... what'm I gonna do? I'm high bidder. Of COURSE I'm high bidder. Who in their right mind would bid ANYTHING for that?"
"I'll cancel my bid. That's what I'll do, I'll just cancel it... tell them I was confused. Yeah, that's it. I was confused. I saw the slab, the F/VF. Simple case of mistaken identity. They'd buy that. The story! The story! They'd buy the story. NOBODY would buy that... that... that slabbed THING!"
"No. No, I can't do that. I placed a bid. I honor my bids. I'll just have to sweat this one out. Surely, someone will outbid me. I mean... there's bound to be somebody somewhere dipping some coins. Maybe a Franklin collector. Yeah... there's probably a boat load of Frankie collectors out there right now preparing some coins for submission."
The hours tick by at a snail's pace. His F5 key is now worn smooth from repeated refreshes... as if he could speed up time if he checked it every five seconds. Ten minutes to go.
"Where are all those damned Franklin collectors? What kind of wimpy dip are they using?"
Beaten, with a slight whimper, Russ's head drops to his lap. A huge tear splats on the floor. Then another. He's as close to the fetal position as he can be without doing a header off the chair. His vision blurs. He can't bring himself to look at the screen... to see his eBay name floating above a "Pay Now" button.
"I'll just pay for it and pretend it never happened. And... and... I SWEAR I'll never dip again! NEVER! Just let me put this behind me... PLEASE!"
He raises his head... steadies his hand, and refreshes one last time.
"BUWAAAAHHAAAAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!"
"I wasn't worried for a minute! Now, I needs me a fresh batch of dip!"
Come on over ... to The Dark Side!
Bwuahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Would say more, but I'm a little stoned right now.
Russ, NCNE
Come on over ... to The Dark Side!
Good story, and it could be true, couldn't it???
We'll use our hands and hearts and if we must we'll use our heads.
How many snipes could a LucyBop snipe, if a LucyBop could out-snipe Russ?
Come on over ... to The Dark Side!
Lucy - you have earned your sniper's stripes for that great snipe - couldn't have happened to a nicer person!
BBBBWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Total Copper Nutcase - African, British Ships, Channel Islands!!!
'Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup'
I hate it when you see my post before I can edit the spelling.
Always looking for nice type coins
my local dealer
"Senorita HepKitty"
"I want a real cool Kitty from Hepcat City, to stay in step with me" - Bill Carter
<< <i>I'm pretty sure I read that one when I was a kid. Then I threw it in the trash. >>
Bummer, had you have been smarter, you could have sold it to me years later.
"Senorita HepKitty"
"I want a real cool Kitty from Hepcat City, to stay in step with me" - Bill Carter
If I only knew then what I know now!
"Senorita HepKitty"
"I want a real cool Kitty from Hepcat City, to stay in step with me" - Bill Carter
It could be mildly enjoyable.
Camelot