Money is nothing

I was recently going through the rolls of notes left to me under my bed and found something quite shocking under the bed creeping slowly through the chest of notes. It was incredible the stench that came from what appeared to be a book translation.

Upon investigation, as I pushed the 4 foot high pile of money aside, I saw the book was acutally an award, one of so many received for bravery in the face of a camera. The stench was my lunch from three years ago, it was still as tasty as ever. There is nothing like mashed homous and dates with yogurt

Oh well.