keep yo money in the bank and spend it when you have better taste

i've been mad busy with my jobs this week. we have the update at ruehl so i've been working early mornings there setting up for it. also, got good hours at the other job, and got another job that i'm working like 7 hours on thursday. $$$$$$$

last night i stayed up and watched a special on national geographic (which they've started calling NAT GEO, and i'm not sure how i feel about that) called locked up overseas or something. it was about this dude who smuggled drug money and class a narcotics overseas for this dude stationed in japan. first him and his girlfriend smuggled $250,000 australian dollars to japan to give to the dude (the max you're supposed to take out of the country in cash is $10,000), the guy gave them like 8,000 pounds or 80,000 pounds in return and they moved to the hills of taiwan or something to live. they worked as english teachers for a couple years until the money ran out then they broke up. the guy needed more money so he went back to the guy he smuggled the money for and got a job from him. he had to go to the US, so he did, and a guy gave him a ridiculous amount of cocaine, like 800 grams or something insane. so then this guy's boss is like "you need to sell it in australia and then you're job is done", so now this poor dude who's tryna make a jug has got to conceal all this fuckin cocaine to australia. so he puts like 70 grams of it into like sixty-something condoms, dips the condoms in syrup AND SWALLOWS THEM. and then wraps the remaining million grams in plastic and tapes them to his torso. so the guy goes to the airport in the US with all this fucking cocaine inside and outside of him and gets past security and everything and gets on the plane. then he gets to australia and gets past customs and shit. and then he gets to the baggage check point and there are three security guards standing there. two of them are old dudes and one is younger, he's in training. the older dudes point to the guy with all the cocaine and are like, you wanna search his stuff? and the young dude is like, yeah i might as well i could use the practice. SHIT HOW HE HAD NO IDEA WHAT HE WAS GETTING IN TO. so he searches through EVERYTHING in the dude's bag and doesn't come up with anything. the two are chatting the entire time and being real chummy to each other and shit. the security guy packs of the dude's bag and is like, "aight son you're all set" and then as cocaine man starts to walk away the guard dude is like "YO WAIT LET ME CHECK YOU" so he pats him down and he's like, "OKAY SIR DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING STRAPPED TO YOUR TORSO??????" and the poor dude just sighs and he's like

"yes. cocaine. it's a lot of cocaine. you don't believe me? i'm not lying to you. you asked, there's nothing i can do about it now. it's cocaine. and that's not all of it. i swallowed seventy grams of it. they're in condoms. dipped in syrup. in my stomach."

DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU!