Money makes the world go 'round...

[Dimebag]

Sooooo, auf Grund einer Aufgabe im Leistungskurs Englisch möchte ich nun mal einfach diese seeehr kurze Geschichte von mir hier veröffentlichen.
Ich hoffe, dass sie für euch nicht allzu langweilig wird und vielleicht bringt sie ja doch den einen oder anderen zum Lachen^^..

Phil


A week in the life of a dollar note...

Hello everybody!
My name is Sniff and I am a dollar note. Today I want to tell you about all the things that happened to me last week...
Well, at first, on Monday, I was produced in a printing press about 5 miles away from Washington. I think that people would call it
something like my "birthday". But it was not like a birthday: Early in the morning I was consigned to a small bank in a suburb of Washington where I was brought to the vault. I did not see another place until Wednesday.
That day I suddenly heard some strangers shouting something like: "Give me the money or I'll blow your head off!". "Wuh", I thought, "At least there is some action here." I think you can guess what happened next...Right, the gangsters brought me to their boss...but...what was that?
He whispered "Now they aren't of use anymore...eliminate them..." to the man standing behind him. I do not know what happened to the guys..Why?..Well Mr. Coke (I do not think that this name came from Coca Cola) decided to have a party in order to relax a little.
"But why did he have all these women here?.. And what was this white powder on the glass-table?", I thought. That time I did not know
that I would make the acquaintance of that white stuff the next day...Why? Because later that evening Mr. Coke threw some of my friends(other notes) and me towards that naked lady tripping out of my owner's mansion. Of course I was picked up...I don't know why, but sometimes I've got the feeling that everybody loves me.
Thursday morning it was breakfast time..."Ahh tasty food and a hot,delicious cup of coffee", you think? I think this woman misunderstood
the word breakfast... Suddenly I was coiled up and met my crony - the white powder - again. And as you probably thought...the woman did not hesitate to consume that powder...but why did she have to use me?! The rest of the day I was chilling on the table.
On Friday afternoon there were some SWAT-officers surrounding the house. "Oh another aciton-movie. Let's see what will happen now...", I thought. Suddenly they lunged out - a door was scrunched and the SWAT team attached the woman.
Later I found out why: That woman was a part of a gang which delivered weapons to the Iraq.
Well, you see, the life of a dollar bill can be very exciting.