It's THURSDAY!  It's FRIDAY EVE!  It's THE DAY AFTER HUMPDAY!  Folks, it's all about "carpe diem" - that's Latin for "seize the day"- but we prefer "carpe dinero," which is Latin and Spanish (see, we're bi!) for "seize the money!"  The only problem is that the bill collectors keep seizing our money and like we said, we're "BUY!" ("bi," "buy," "bye," - what's the difference, they all sound the same - OH, we get it, they're homonyms - Don't say it, that joke is waaaay too easy!).

Anyway, since money is a scare commodity on most days around our Airstream, Kevin finally took our trailer park manager up on his offer (NO, not that offer - besides, the poodle would probably never look at Kevin the same way again afterward).  The offer was to help him with his metal detecting for 25% of the "find" - which he said was pretty damn good.  Look, how hard could it be to wander around the city park digging holes everywhere his machine beeps and pick up the money?  It sounded like a good idea and Kevin fell for it hook, line and shovel!

Let's just cut to the facts here.  1) NO PARK INVOLVED - his favorite spot was 20 miles out in the desert at some abandoned work camp from the 1930's.  2) HOW HARD IS IT TO DIG THE HOLES? - you f'ing try digging through solid f'ing rock in 100 degree heat with some stupid machine beeping all the time!  3) TOTAL "FIND?" - Oh we're getting rich here, 12 cents! - NOT KIDDING! (remember, Kevin's take was 25% which is 3 whole cents!).  The good news is that the other idiots out there practicing their shooting skills with a 12 gauge shotgun (their motto, "if it flys it dies!") didn't kill us.  Now, as with any successful (hey we found 12 cents didn't we?) treasure hunt, we'll be celebrating tonight by spending our booty at some bar and also hopefully seeing some booty...

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