Standing in Port Authority, wishing I had the vodka, as I try to explain to the nice NYC detectives why I am in possession of a key to a locker in which a naked man is handcuffed, with a bottle of grappa. Damn you Scarecrow!
I am the naked man handcuffed with the bottle of grappa in the locker. (definately damn you Scarecrow!) I am eternally grateful to Foxfyre for getting me out. I take the handcuffs and her freedom with me.
I take the handcuffs and give them to my "cousin" and tell him to go "find" scarecrow... and I leave the keys and title to a brand new porcha in Foxfyres envelope of personal effects at the NYCPD
I jump on my motorcycle and follow the dust trail with the treasure map in hand. I find the burried treasure, buy a tropical island and invite all the TOP peeps for a vacation! *they don't know it's a nudist island...snicker, snicker*
I leave behind flavored body paints and a hotel key....
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And your point is???? Don't have one? Well then shut up and I'll give you one!