No longer do I find it funny to play the dead hooker for necrophilias.
And quite frankly, the last time I played it...I ended up laughing.
How the hell did that happen.
Definitely not because I felt a tickle but very large sense of amusement that rushed over my dead and cold body and actually made me laugh.
Weird. I never did that before.
Certainly gave the gentleman a fright. He went to call the police and will I could not be locked up in a morgue so I had to banish him.
No worries, you will not miss him. he was one of the 1% who lived abroad and fighting extradition.
I need my coffin for a new occupation.
I am a money mover.
I can book flights for my coffin and place money under the satin silk lining. Dogs do sniff but when they open the lid, BAM!!
They see me.
A few have freaked. Not the dogs...the guards.
Many stare and say what a pretty corpse I am. And how sad it was I died so young.
Tends to get around the airport security circuit and security is less inclined to disturb the dead anymore. I am jut another dead chick in a coffin with a flight tag in a luggage compartment holding millions in diamonds, gold and cash.
I can only do this until I have hit all the airports...a duplicate visit would surely be noticed.
My minion is still with me. Vlad...what would I do with out the little gremlin?
A modern day dead smuggle I am
I am enjoying the job.
I get paid well and if I am crossed?
Well, that would be stupid.
Who would cross me and live to tell the tale?
Cartel deaths you read in the paper. Missing money.
Well, I speculate just like you.
The Blonde has not ventured into Mexico yet but I guess I should hurry.
I hear the Mexicans are building a wall to keep Trump out.
PS. The blonde needs to get back to work.
Catch you later alligatorous minds!