Hubski, have you ever been scammed? Have you ever had someone put one over on you for a profit? Have you bought something only to find out it wasn't what was sold to you?
When I was in high school we used to scam food from the fast food joints. We would bring in an old receipt, often one that we found outside or from a friend who really did purchase things and bring it back and say it was a messed up order when we got home. More often than not we would end up receiving the same order again for free. A total scam for our munchies.
The best was when a friend worked at a pizza joint. He approved our "scams" almost daily.
I have no idea what either of these things are. Literally no concept of value for either. But, the dragon clearly looks more interesting and as such, I'd place a greater value on it. But both look like a massive waste of money to my uninformed eye.
When I was in 7th or 8th grade some guy sold me and a friend dirt wrapped in foil instead of weed. My stupid friend who said he knew the guy spent ten minutes or more in denial trying to figure out if it was pot. He thought the little styrofoam balls from potting soil might have been seeds. I've also bought some questionable products but nothing really compares to watching a thirteen year old pick through dirt from a house plant hoping it's marijuana
1:Last year I sold about $100 worth of those little scented incense rocks that some churches use during processions. You know, when the robed dude comes out with a clangy metal thing with the rocks burning in it. I sold them to some rave-loving seniors when EDM/dubstep was super popular, and told them it was MDMA. They put it on their lips and told me they loved the quick, brief, and intense euphoria.
2: One of the first few times I was going to smoke pot, my friend vaguely knew a guy who had some so we called him up to meet up. He gave us a baggie of tobacco and oregano. A year later, about a month ago, he messaged me desperately looking for anyone who might have some LSD. I cut out 3 squares of paper, dipped them in fruit punch Snapple and gave it to him for $50.
3: Right now I'm trying to sell my obscene stack of old CD's that my parents have, and the FYE.com selling system is robbing me of even the best of my collection for pennies. Fuck you, a Bill Evans CD isn't worth just 10 cents. It's priceless bitch.
I'm kind of proud of you for the other stuff. Well played. When I was 12 years old I got in trouble because I was charging the neighborhood kids $5 each to come to my house and play the arcade games we had in our basement. I charged one kid $20 for a weeks pass and his mom called my parents and got very upset. My dad was secretly proud of me. I guess that was sort of a scam, right? I would have let them play for free.Fuck you, a Bill Evans CD isn't worth just 10 cents. It's priceless bitch.
-I think you should be grateful for your 10 cents pal.
I have a friend that told me how they used to make money back in the USSR, in the 80's. Basically, they were selling an old russian samovar on the red square to tourist for a pretty reasonable price. The catch was that exporting such things was (is?) illegal. They had an in at border patrol and let him know whenever someone bought the samovar so that it could be confiscated... and be back at selling it on the red square. He said they made pretty good money like that for a while.
I sold a baggie of catnip to someone who was convinced I was a dealer and couldn't be persuaded otherwise for $100, because it was the only way I could think of to get rid of him. I bought my cat a bigger bag of catnip and some toys with the money.
https://hubski.com/pub?id=217742 I've got one worse than that
When I was like 10-12 years, I only needed like $25 more for my Nintendo 64, which was not quite little money for me at that age. But I had my Game Boy with a dozen of games, I'd be easily able to sell that for that amount. So I headed to the monthly flea market, and with the N64 in mind I sold my Game Boy really quick with like 10-15 games for like $25. My mom was pissed and I was happy, because I could finally get the new console! In hindsight I regret ever selling the Game Boy. And I still remember that old guy even trying to haggle with me. Forgive me, Game Boy! ;;
I once had to pawn a guitar to pay rent. It was either do that or move back from Missoula to Michigan and I damn sure wasn't going to do that. I miss that guitar. Maybe someday you'll be reunited with that game boy?