Lost my wallet!?!

[Telecaster52]

Anybody come across this?: http://www.bowlingshirt.com/ecom/productImages/?productid=2682

I lost it a few days ago, last time i remember seeing it was when i was buying off the BST... :001_huh:

If you come across it in the forums, let me know

[blackfoot]

:lol::lol::lol:

[Argonaut]

I haven't seen it but I talked to a man, in the town where I was born, who sailed the seven seas. He told me of his life....., it seems like he mentioned something similar to your wallet.:001_tt2:

[Telecaster52]

well, there ARE places i remember... :confused1

[SRock]

:lol::lol::lol::lol:

[luvmysuper]

Perhaps you dropped it on the way home.
Did you check the long and winding road?

[Telecaster52]

Update:

Still haven't found my wallet, maybe it's back in the USSR...

i should have known better...

I guess my search continues... tomorrow never knows...


(but for real, i can't find it anywhere :cursing:)

[Argonaut]

:001_tt2:We wore this out in the chat room, but I really think mean Mr. Mustard took your wallet and gave it to Rocky Racoon, Rocky used the money to purchase a firearm, which he lacked the proper training to use effectively. The taxman took his share and sent your wallet down to penny lane. Bungallow Bill came across your wallet, and finding it empty, gave it to the fool on the hill. The fool on the hill felt like a real nowhere man, receiiving an empty wallet and all, so he gave it a ticket to ride. Right to the norwegian wood. A paperback writer found it while he was on his journey across the universe. At first, he thought he should just let it be, treat it like an old brown shoe. Then he thought "here comes the sun" I'll ask lady madonna what to do. She said," your mother should know". The writers mother said" don't let me down, I am the walrus, I'm a day tripper, tripping out on LSD, I'm drifting past the turnstile, there is yellow matter custard, dripping from that dead dogs eye, my ass is sore from waiting for the van to come, I burried Paul in a strawberry field." Obviously the paperback writer couldn't trust your wallet to that nut, so he passed it on to Jude, who summarily gave it to polythene Pam. I knocked on her door, ...No reply. Tomorrow never knows what a day in the life will hold, even if it's the eighth day of the week. I haven't found your wallet, but if you need help, you can drive my car, take Michelle with you, you know she loves you. It will be a hard days night,but from me to you, don't dwell on yesterday.
I want to hold your hand as you go down this long and winding road. Eleanor Rigby has come out of her funk, and I love her, She is a girl, who has a ticket to ride, and I feel fine. I don't feel like I've got to hide my love away, I'll give her all my loving, I even suggested we do it in the road. No one would be watching us. She said "instant karmha's gonna get you", I said "All you need is love." She told me about a blackbird, I told her about the blue jay way. She said "get back!" I said "Back to the USSR, beeotch!" She asked "Is this a real love?" I says "Yes it is, but everybody's trying to be my baby, I'm down, I'm looking through you, I've got to get you into my life. And in the end, your wallet is in an octopusses garden, in the middle of a round a'bout, on Abbey road, near Albert hall. I say we need a revolution, but there's nothing I can say that can't be said. Don't tell Eleanor about Lucy, she was just seventeen, you know what I mean. She's a woman, oh darlin', I thought " love me do!", when I saw her standing there. We became romanticaly involved, in the throws of passion she expressed " number nine, number nine, number nine... and so on. As she was my number two, and I knew the reference to "nine" wasn't a measurement, I lost interest. It was like I grew wings. I found myself on the Mull of Kintyre, talking to my Uncle Albert about the ballad of John and yoko. I decided then and there, I don't give two squirts about your wallet! If I find it, I'm going to keep it. Hands across the water,.... water,..... Hands across the sky, and all that jazz. Butter pie? The butter wouldn't melt, so I put it in the pie.... To summarize, I have been drinking, I haven't seen your wallet, lately. Maxwells silver hammer is really silver plated bronze(worth $50 at a pawn shop in OKC,... don't ask). And in the end... ob-la-di, ob-la-da

[SRock]

:001_tt2:We wore this out in the chat room, but I really think mean Mr. Mustard took your wallet and gave it to Rocky Racoon, Rocky used the money to purchase a firearm, which he lacked the proper training to use effectively. The taxman took his share and sent your wallet down to penny lane. Bungallow Bill came across your wallet, and finding it empty, gave it to the fool on the hill. The fool on the hill felt like a real nowhere man, receiiving an empty wallet and all, so he gave it a ticket to ride. Right to the norwegian wood. A paperback writer found it while he was on his journey across the universe. At first, he thought he should just let it be, treat it like an old brown shoe. Then he thought "here comes the sun" I'll ask lady madonna what to do. She said," your mother should know". The writers mother said" don't let me down, I am the walrus, I'm a day tripper, tripping out on LSD, I'm drifting past the turnstile, there is yellow matter custard, dripping from that dead dogs eye, my ass is sore from waiting for the van to come, I burried Paul in a strawberry field." Obviously the paperback writer couldn't trust your wallet to that nut, so he passed it on to Jude, who summarily gave it to polythene Pam. I knocked on her door, ...No reply. Tomorrow never knows what a day in the life will hold, even if it's the eighth day of the week. I haven't found your wallet, but if you need help, you can drive my car, take Michelle with you, you know she loves you. It will be a hard days night,but from me to you, don't dwell on yesterday.
I want to hold your hand as you go down this long and winding road. Eleanor Rigby has come out of her funk, and I love her, She is a girl, who has a ticket to ride, and I feel fine. I don't feel like I've got to hide my love away, I'll give her all my loving, I even suggested we do it in the road. No one would be watching us. She said "instant karmha's gonna get you", I said "All you need is love." She told me about a blackbird, I told her about the blue jay way. She said "get back!" I said "Back to the USSR, beeotch!" She asked "Is this a real love?" I says "Yes it is, but everybody's trying to be my baby, I'm down, I'm looking through you, I've got to get you into my life. And in the end, your wallet is in an octopusses garden, in the middle of a round a'bout, on Abbey road, near Albert hall. I say we need a revolution, but there's nothing I can say that can't be said. Don't tell Eleanor about Lucy, she was just seventeen, you know what I mean. She's a woman, oh darlin', I thought " love me do!", when I saw her standing there. We became romanticaly involved, in the throws of passion she expressed " number nine, number nine, number nine... and so on. As she was my number two, and I knew the reference to "nine" wasn't a measurement, I lost interest. It was like I grew wings. I found myself on the Mull of Kintyre, talking to my Uncle Albert about the ballad of John and yoko. I decided then and there, I don't give two squirts about your wallet! If I find it, I'm going to keep it. Hands across the water,.... water,..... Hands across the sky, and all that jazz. Butter pie? The butter wouldn't melt, so I put it in the pie.... To summarize, I have been drinking, I haven't seen your wallet, lately. Maxwells silver hammer is really silver plated bronze(worth $50 at a pawn shop in OKC,... don't ask). And in the end... ob-la-di, ob-la-da

I wondered how long something like this would take. :lol::lol: