My Inspiration

There once lived a gunman who wanted to rob a honey bank. He needed honey to make tea, because he ran out of sugar. Therefore, he took a plane and arrived in New York City the next morning. He paid a hefty $600 for the plane ticket. At the airport, he tipped the luggage boy a generous $100 and struttered off. He flagged a cab and told the driver his destination.

From his coat, he then took out his sandwich and a cup of tea, which he stole from the plane. Damn it! He cursed loudly, "I don't have honey!". So he drank his bitter tea and his ham sandwich with sharksfin, and thought to himself, "what a poor life I lead!" Unhappy with just keeping it to himself, he complained, moaned and groaned to the driver about how unfortunate he was.

Finally after 2 hrs, he reached his destination. The taxi fare was $150, but again, he tipped him and the total amounted to $250. He walked a few steps, and into view came the honey bank! Boy was he glad.

In he went, and shouted "Hands Up!!" The owners , two elderly couples were at the counter shaking with fear. He said, "give me your all your honey you poor folks!"

And the poor rich gunman robbed the bank.

posted by Glenn @ 5:01 PM