LOL. No, I think that I've mentioned before that my spouse, Wil. E. Coyote, and myself have worked out our retirement plan...

{disclaimer... I am SO kidding here, but if I didn't, I'd cry. So pthhhhhht.}


Sure. We're going to knock off liquor stores. Either we get away with much-needed cash, or we get nabbed for our crimes, in which case, we get four hots and a cot plus good medical care. Winning!

grin

How's that for a pair of HG+ people thinking creatively?

Schrödinger's cat walks into a bar. And doesn't.