Vegas induced dream last night:
I leave my wallet at a gas station and I need to retrieve it. I go in to pick it up and the attendant is Danny McBride. I say “Yo, Danny McBride! I need my wallet.” I get it, but the wallet isnt mine, it belongs to a hig roller. It has a serious wad of cash in it, so I keep it, but the high roller comes to the gas station before I could leave. I quickly put the wad in my pocket, then Danny McBride pins the crime of the missing wad on Wayne Brady.
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