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Quoted: 'This Is Very Dangerous’: If You See Folded Money on the Floor Like This, Do Not Pick It Up—Here’s Why https://www.ar15.com/media/mediaFiles/271112/folded_money_jpeg-2694832.JPG IT MAY BE BOOBY TRAPPED WITH FENTANYL Boldface and italics mine: The paper bills could be lethal envelopes carrying deadly fentanyl, which can kill with just one dose. View Quote The Perry County Sheriff’s Office in Tennessee recently found two instances of folded paper bills in gas stations. Inside was a white, powdery substance that tested positive for methamphetamine and fentanyl. Posting a picture online, the sheriff stated: “This is very dangerous, folks! Please share and educate your children to not pick up the money." View Quote Michael Gray from the Actus Foundation, whose daughter died from fentanyl, told The Epoch Times that drug dealers do intentionally introduce lethal doses onto the streets intending to kill, as such deaths, when reported, serve as advertising; lethal doses attract seasoned users. While non-users might die from such doses, long-term addicts, who have built up a tolerance, seek them out. View Quote View Quote This sounds like BS. How would any supposed "seasoned user" know whose drugs were on the bill that killed a 5 year old kid? Wouldn't a seasoned user already have contacts for obtaining fentanyl? Why would any dealer of hard drugs want to be linked to random senseless murders? Nothing about this passes the smell test. |
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Quoted: This sounds like BS. How would any supposed "seasoned user" know whose drugs were on the bill that killed a 5 year old kid? Wouldn't a seasoned user already have contacts for obtaining fentanyl? Why would any dealer of hard drugs want to be linked to random senseless murders? Nothing about this passes the smell test. View Quote But it gets public to panic. Politicians get power. Police get profit. The war rages on. Same as it ever was. |
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Quoted: This sounds like BS. How would any supposed "seasoned user" know whose drugs were on the bill that killed a 5 year old kid? Wouldn't a seasoned user already have contacts for obtaining fentanyl? Why would any dealer of hard drugs want to be linked to random senseless murders? Nothing about this passes the smell test. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted: Quoted: 'This Is Very Dangerous’: If You See Folded Money on the Floor Like This, Do Not Pick It Up—Here’s Why https://www.ar15.com/media/mediaFiles/271112/folded_money_jpeg-2694832.JPG IT MAY BE BOOBY TRAPPED WITH FENTANYL Boldface and italics mine: The paper bills could be lethal envelopes carrying deadly fentanyl, which can kill with just one dose. The Perry County Sheriff’s Office in Tennessee recently found two instances of folded paper bills in gas stations. Inside was a white, powdery substance that tested positive for methamphetamine and fentanyl. Posting a picture online, the sheriff stated: “This is very dangerous, folks! Please share and educate your children to not pick up the money." Michael Gray from the Actus Foundation, whose daughter died from fentanyl, told The Epoch Times that drug dealers do intentionally introduce lethal doses onto the streets intending to kill, as such deaths, when reported, serve as advertising; lethal doses attract seasoned users. While non-users might die from such doses, long-term addicts, who have built up a tolerance, seek them out. This sounds like BS. How would any supposed "seasoned user" know whose drugs were on the bill that killed a 5 year old kid? Wouldn't a seasoned user already have contacts for obtaining fentanyl? Why would any dealer of hard drugs want to be linked to random senseless murders? Nothing about this passes the smell test. I think the claim is that innocent victim picks up dollar bill and dies. Autopsy shows he died of fentanyl and it was all over the dollar. That hits the papers, and all the seasoned fentanyl addicts take it as an advertisement that "there's a new fentanyl dealer in town." Ergo, the death was a deliberate way to get free advertising by the dealer. The chain of events is sketchy. There's just too much that has to happen by coincidence for that entire scenario to be an accurate description. Hence the whole warning by law enforcement assumes way too much that is not likely to have occurred, and even if it did occur, how in the Hell would you prove it? That's what's wrong with the story IMHO. It's the same kind of law enforcement horseshit that tries to make everyone think ghost guns are more deadly than serialized guns. Attached File |
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Quoted: Why would a drug dealer waste his inventory to try to randomly kill a stranger? View Quote I saw this in a documentary, it's true. They load up a packet, tell the dealer they're selling it to that it's hot. The dealer picks one of his customers knowing he'll OD, all the other idiots hear about it and beg for the "good shit" because they think it's more potent. The documentary was pretty convincing, it followed the people during mardis gras, and detailed all the shit they were selling. |
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Spoken like somebody who wants to have all the free drugs and money to himself.
Well I'm wise to your game. |
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Quoted: Dafuq is a twenty five cent piece? Do you use 'whilst' in normal conversation, too? View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted: Quoted: I found a 25 cent piece the other day. The person I was with bitched about this very thing, "Don't pick that up! Fentanyl!" I didn't die and thought they were being foolish. I think it's a really ugly hooker. |
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Quoted: I found a 25 cent piece the other day. The person I was with bitched about this very thing, "Don't pick that up! Fentanyl!" I didn't die and thought they were being foolish. View Quote Who says 25 cent piece!? Did put it in your mackintosh and return to you flat for some biscuits and tea? |
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Watch out for the Home Depot scam
A 'heads up' for those of you who may be regular Home Depot customers. This one caught me by surprise. Over the last month I became a victim of a clever scam while out shopping. Simply going out to get supplies has turned out to be quite traumatic. Don't be naive enough to think it couldn't happen to you or your friends. Here's how the scam works: Two seriously good-looking 20-21 year-old girls come over to your car as you are packing your car, They both start wiping your windshield with a rag and Windex, with their breasts almost falling out of their skimpy T-shirts. It is impossible not to look. When you thank them and offer them a tip, they say 'No' and instead ask you for a ride to McDonald's. You agree and they get in the backseat. On the way, they start undressing. Then one of them climbs over into the front seat and starts crawling all over you, while the other one steals your wallet. I had my wallet stolen February 4th, 9th, 10th, twice on the 15th, 17th, 20th, 24th & 29th. Also, March 1st, 4th, twice on the 8th, 16th, 23rd, 26th, 30th, three times last Saturday and very likely again this upcoming weekend. So tell your friends to be careful. P.S. Wal-Mart has wallets on sale $2.99 each |
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My son and I were walking to the parking lot from the County court house after he talked his way out of a speeding ticket (he should have studied law instead of engineering) when I saw a dollar on the sidewalk.
I bent down to pick up my free gift and he yelled, "Don't pick it up! It could be a poo-dollar!" But it wasn't. A few yards up ahead were three or four more singles and a couple of fives. I gave him the money. He told me that in school, kids would take a dump in the bathroom but save the last pinch into a dollar bill, then fold it and casually drop it in the hallway. Disgusting. I never did that kind of thing. I was a good kid. Did you know that if you put an M-80 on the hydraulic cylinder of the bathroom door hinge next to the gymnasium that it would blow a hole into the cylinder, ignite all the hydraulic oil, and produce enough white smoke to fill up an entire hallway? |
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Quoted: So, druggie dropped his stash on accident and now we are back to razor blades in Halloween candy? View Quote Quoted: Why would a drug dealer waste his inventory to try to randomly kill a stranger? View Quote Quoted: Everybody panic! View Quote Attached File |
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Quoted: I know a trap when I see one. https://www.ar15.com/media/mediaFiles/18677/FB_IMG_1675297271792_jpg-2694994.JPG View Quote Fuck I would be tempted Mmmm Fentanyl laced M2 Browning! |
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FFS,
Y'all must have spent too much time in DARE class. Nobody's giving away free drugs. They certainly aren't scattering lethal doses on the ground to attract the "hardcore" users as some type of calling card. You also forgot to put FWD: FWD: FWD: FWD: FWD: SEND THIS TO 10 PEOPLE OR YOU'LL HAVE BAD LUCK FOREVER FWD: |
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Quoted: I know a trap when I see one. https://www.ar15.com/media/mediaFiles/18677/FB_IMG_1675297271792_jpg-2694994.JPG View Quote Reminds me of the time I had to retrieve my pistol from the middle of a busy intersection during lunch hour. I was young and stupid - ~19-20 - and poor. The only pistol I owned at the time was a cz52 that I got for $129. Like the dumbass I was, I kept it above the visor in my Ranger. It rode there just fine for months... until it didn't. I stopped at a stoplight in Fayetteville, AR with my windows down. When I took off, the pistol shifted just enough to force the visor down. The smacked me in the face, hit the steering wheel, and left a nice gouge in the frame of my open window on its way to the pavement. I turned into a KFC on that corner and quickly considered my options: If I left it where it was, chances are it'd get turned in to LE. I'd bought it from a local gun store, so I was pretty sure that would get traced back to me real quick. If it didn't get turned in, I figured there was a good chance it'd end up getting sold multiple times until it ended up in an evidence locker somewhere. God forbid a kid could also grab it and not realize it was real. I figured the longer I let it lay there the higher the chance it would go poorly for me, so I decided to act quickly. It's not like I could be real stealthy retrieving it, so I did the next best thing: I acted like I was supposed to be doing it. I walked out into the intersection and picked up my pistol like no one could see me. I didn't try to hide what I was doing, either - I grabbed it and looked it over in the middle of the street, then dropped the mag and ejected the chambered round. I figured it wouldn't be a great idea for a cop to come up on me walking back to my truck with my pistol ready in my hand, so I held it by the slide and just... "walked with purpose." As I was walking back to my truck I realized that I had a pretty deep cut in my left eyebrow from when it hit me on the way out of the truck. I just got in and drove away like nothing had just happened, but when I looked in the mirror I had a drop of blood that had made its way down the side of my nose. I'm not sure if I had blood running down my face when I retrieved it or not, but it wouldn't have surprised me. So... yeah. If I come across Ma Duece laying in the middle of the street, I know exactly what I'm going to do: I'm going to act like it's a totally normal and everyday thing to throw a 60-pound belted machine gun over my shoulder and take it back to my Jeep. |
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The dollar is the new penny
Literally not worth the time to bend over and pick it up |
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Quoted: Reminds me of the time I had to retrieve my pistol from the middle of a busy intersection during lunch hour. I was young and stupid - ~19-20 - and poor. The only pistol I owned at the time was a cz52 that I got for $129. Like the dumbass I was, I kept it above the visor in my Ranger. It rode there just fine for months... until it didn't. I stopped at a stoplight in Fayetteville, AR with my windows down. When I took off, the pistol shifted just enough to force the visor down. The smacked me in the face, hit the steering wheel, and left a nice gouge in the frame of my open window on its way to the pavement. I turned into a KFC on that corner and quickly considered my options: If I left it where it was, chances are it'd get turned in to LE. I'd bought it from a local gun store, so I was pretty sure that would get traced back to me real quick. If it didn't get turned in, I figured there was a good chance it'd end up getting sold multiple times until it ended up in an evidence locker somewhere. God forbid a kid could also grab it and not realize it was real. I figured the longer I let it lay there the higher the chance it would go poorly for me, so I decided to act quickly. It's not like I could be real stealthy retrieving it, so I did the next best thing: I acted like I was supposed to be doing it. I walked out into the intersection and picked up my pistol like no one could see me. I didn't try to hide what I was doing, either - I grabbed it and looked it over in the middle of the street, then dropped the mag and ejected the chambered round. I figured it wouldn't be a great idea for a cop to come up on me walking back to my truck with my pistol ready in my hand, so I held it by the slide and just... "walked with purpose." As I was walking back to my truck I realized that I had a pretty deep cut in my left eyebrow from when it hit me on the way out of the truck. I just got in and drove away like nothing had just happened, but when I looked in the mirror I had a drop of blood that had made its way down the side of my nose. I'm not sure if I had blood running down my face when I retrieved it or not, but it wouldn't have surprised me. So... yeah. If I come across Ma Duece laying in the middle of the street, I know exactly what I'm going to do: I'm going to act like it's a totally normal and everyday thing to throw a 60-pound belted machine gun over my shoulder and take it back to my Jeep. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted: Quoted: I know a trap when I see one. https://www.ar15.com/media/mediaFiles/18677/FB_IMG_1675297271792_jpg-2694994.JPG Reminds me of the time I had to retrieve my pistol from the middle of a busy intersection during lunch hour. I was young and stupid - ~19-20 - and poor. The only pistol I owned at the time was a cz52 that I got for $129. Like the dumbass I was, I kept it above the visor in my Ranger. It rode there just fine for months... until it didn't. I stopped at a stoplight in Fayetteville, AR with my windows down. When I took off, the pistol shifted just enough to force the visor down. The smacked me in the face, hit the steering wheel, and left a nice gouge in the frame of my open window on its way to the pavement. I turned into a KFC on that corner and quickly considered my options: If I left it where it was, chances are it'd get turned in to LE. I'd bought it from a local gun store, so I was pretty sure that would get traced back to me real quick. If it didn't get turned in, I figured there was a good chance it'd end up getting sold multiple times until it ended up in an evidence locker somewhere. God forbid a kid could also grab it and not realize it was real. I figured the longer I let it lay there the higher the chance it would go poorly for me, so I decided to act quickly. It's not like I could be real stealthy retrieving it, so I did the next best thing: I acted like I was supposed to be doing it. I walked out into the intersection and picked up my pistol like no one could see me. I didn't try to hide what I was doing, either - I grabbed it and looked it over in the middle of the street, then dropped the mag and ejected the chambered round. I figured it wouldn't be a great idea for a cop to come up on me walking back to my truck with my pistol ready in my hand, so I held it by the slide and just... "walked with purpose." As I was walking back to my truck I realized that I had a pretty deep cut in my left eyebrow from when it hit me on the way out of the truck. I just got in and drove away like nothing had just happened, but when I looked in the mirror I had a drop of blood that had made its way down the side of my nose. I'm not sure if I had blood running down my face when I retrieved it or not, but it wouldn't have surprised me. So... yeah. If I come across Ma Duece laying in the middle of the street, I know exactly what I'm going to do: I'm going to act like it's a totally normal and everyday thing to throw a 60-pound belted machine gun over my shoulder and take it back to my Jeep. So anyway, there I was in KFC catching up on some of the Colonel's finest back in OKC or maybe Tulsa - one of those (I love central US, it just has character and soul, and the cities are just, you know, really great - lower crime; or so I thought *sigh*). Anyway, I hear a gunshot from intersection. It sounded low. And then SQUEEL!! this sketchy drug dealer pulls in. Dude obviously just had a deal go bad - you can tell. Young guy, obviously distracted. He clearly got his ass kicked pretty bad, blood streaming down his face. This limp. And just a look of ... man I can't describe it, call it the 1000 yard stare. You can tell this guy has killed people. He was driving one of those little Dodge pickup trucks. Guy just jumps out, and walks back to the intersection - blood streaming down his face. It was unreal. He walks over to the middle of the intersection - like he owns the place. You can see his gold chains hanging when he reaches down and picks up a Fricken pistol. Some cheap Lorcin POS, I couldn't even recognize it really, but obviously not a Glock. Right there, and a sack of drugs, or maybe it was money. I can't believe this. Guy just killed a dude. And walks back to his truck. Look man, I'm just passing through, and this shit isn't my fight. Guy drives off, I have no idea how he can even see, his face all fucked up like that, and I can't finish my meal. This shit is more than I signed up for, so I took off; somebody else can call that shit in. I think he maybe saw me. |
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Quoted: I'm just waiting for some young up and coming sicario to seal Fentanyl in their bullets as a signature. https://media.tenor.com/UIjTReHK8NQAAAAC/angry-mad.gif View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted: I'm just waiting for some young up and coming sicario to seal Fentanyl in their bullets as a signature. https://media.tenor.com/UIjTReHK8NQAAAAC/angry-mad.gif From an archived thread When all guns are illegal and all drugs are legal, a pneumatically powered pot needle injector would be pretty epic once you switch the selector over to fentanyl. |
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Quoted: Reminds me of the time I had to retrieve my pistol from the middle of a busy intersection during lunch hour. I was young and stupid - ~19-20 - and poor. The only pistol I owned at the time was a cz52 that I got for $129. Like the dumbass I was, I kept it above the visor in my Ranger. It rode there just fine for months... until it didn't. I stopped at a stoplight in Fayetteville, AR with my windows down. When I took off, the pistol shifted just enough to force the visor down. The smacked me in the face, hit the steering wheel, and left a nice gouge in the frame of my open window on its way to the pavement. I turned into a KFC on that corner and quickly considered my options: If I left it where it was, chances are it'd get turned in to LE. I'd bought it from a local gun store, so I was pretty sure that would get traced back to me real quick. If it didn't get turned in, I figured there was a good chance it'd end up getting sold multiple times until it ended up in an evidence locker somewhere. God forbid a kid could also grab it and not realize it was real. I figured the longer I let it lay there the higher the chance it would go poorly for me, so I decided to act quickly. It's not like I could be real stealthy retrieving it, so I did the next best thing: I acted like I was supposed to be doing it. I walked out into the intersection and picked up my pistol like no one could see me. I didn't try to hide what I was doing, either - I grabbed it and looked it over in the middle of the street, then dropped the mag and ejected the chambered round. I figured it wouldn't be a great idea for a cop to come up on me walking back to my truck with my pistol ready in my hand, so I held it by the slide and just... "walked with purpose." As I was walking back to my truck I realized that I had a pretty deep cut in my left eyebrow from when it hit me on the way out of the truck. I just got in and drove away like nothing had just happened, but when I looked in the mirror I had a drop of blood that had made its way down the side of my nose. I'm not sure if I had blood running down my face when I retrieved it or not, but it wouldn't have surprised me. So... yeah. If I come across Ma Duece laying in the middle of the street, I know exactly what I'm going to do: I'm going to act like it's a totally normal and everyday thing to throw a 60-pound belted machine gun over my shoulder and take it back to my Jeep. View Quote LOL |
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someone needs to put this in an email and send it to all their contacts. for real
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Quoted: Quoted: Don't flash your lights at a car without headlines on at night. It's a gang initiation and they will target and kill you. Wow. Do you have a link to that story? No, but I can fwd you an email! |
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Quoted: Based on the title, i though the thread was gonna be about poo-dollar. We used to play it back when we were teenagers. Smear a dollar with dog poop, lay it down, and sit back and watch people pick it up. View Quote When I worked in a auto stealership shop we took a very realistic looking $10 bill(half of it was a photo on the back of some business card), put some grime on it, folded it, and expoxied it to the floor near the employee's door. we sat and watched so many many people stop on the way out and try to pick it up. The best was when the Top Service Manager saw it, he rapidly dropped his lunchbox & coat and pounced on it. |
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Quoted: Quoted: Don't flash your lights at a car without headlines on at night. It's a gang initiation and they will target and kill you. Wow. Do you have a link to that story? It's a 1975 story. |
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If it's a $5 or higher, I'll risk it.
I found a C note in a parking lot about a year ago and I didn't die. |
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Jokes on them, my tolerance is so high I wouldn’t even notice.
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Quoted: Dafuq is a twenty five cent piece? Do you use 'whilst' in normal conversation, too? View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Quoted: Quoted: I found a 25 cent piece the other day. The person I was with bitched about this very thing, "Don't pick that up! Fentanyl!" I didn't die and thought they were being foolish. Oh, about two bits. |
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Quoted: I thought Fentanyl had to be wet to be absorbed into the skin. That’s what I read anyway View Quote Well, see how it works is the fentynal is in the cash pouch. Some girl finds it, picks it up, and doesn’t have a wallet so she shoves it in her bra (female instinct) and then walks around with it all day until finally her tit sweat soaks through the dollar bill triggering a fentynal OD straight to the titty. Then, first responders and good samaritans rip her bra off to give chest compressions and as soon as they touch her fentynal covered titties, BOOM, they OD too. Next person, BOOM. Like a titty sprinkled death factory of fentynal OD’s all caused by a dollar bill. |
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Giys:
Serious update to this problem: It has been reported that fentanyl dealers are pouring pure fentanyl onto these things because kids are known to pick them up and blow them into the wind. This is highly dangerous as it scatters the drug across the sky. Please do not let your kids handle these pernicious pests! Attached File |
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Yeah, I'm sure fentanyl dealers are leaving drugs in dollar bills for people.
Same way the "weed dealers are putting packages of gummies in your kids Halloween candy!" lmfao |
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Quoted: Giys: Serious update to this problem: It has been reported that fentanyl dealers are pouring pure fentanyl onto these things because kids are known to pick them up and blow them into the wind. This is highly dangerous as it scatters the drug across the sky. Please do not let your kids handle these pernicious pests! https://www.ar15.com/media/mediaFiles/25665/Screenshot_20230202_160557_Chrome_jpg-2695312.JPG View Quote Attached File |
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LOL, I read this post because YESTERDAY I found a $10 bill on a gas station floor. Picked it up and put it right in my pocket.
Today I put it in my wallet after straightening it out. I'm still not dead.....yet! |
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The first hit was always free, but now it comes with stimulus?
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