Snowmayne

You have to entrust either a homeless man, or a 25 year old college chick with 1 million dollars for 1 year.

Who do you trust?

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Waves

Smith & Wesson is who I trust in this scenario

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Mafoo

cant guilt a homeless man into endless bj's for life






...i think.

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Snowmayne

i choose homeless man btw

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We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn't enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies.
We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated.
Every time I see my curves in the mirror, I tell myself: "How amazing am I ?! "

Parallax

i dont trust anyone

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FUCK THE ROBOTS!!!
NUKE THE WHALES!!!

Mafoo

why do you pick the homeless man, mayne?

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Grieves

homeless because alot of times it isn't about the money...

plus it would be way more entertaining than turning a princess, because you would have to make peace with the fact that you would most reasonably be robbed...

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eldizle

i'd rather know i was helping a homeless dude to the lotto than some chick I'd probably despise, if she talked to me, get a little bit richer, and a bigger, more pompous head.

tha

deadhead94

If I give someone $1 million, chances are i'm not going to get it back.


I'd rather help the homeless guy.


I'll split it 50/50 with him.

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Mafoo

im extremely disappointed in all the answers in this thread thus far

and i didnt even really have high standards

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Lloydy

Homeless bloke drinks himself into oblivion within a week, job's a good'un

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Dr. ShinDig

the chick cuz you could threaten her ass if she doesn't hold on to it for you. She more likely to submit than some homeless dude

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deadhead94

She could use some of the money to hire someone to threaten you.

It can't be that hard to find some big guy with a lot of guns that likes money.

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HTAM

How did the homeless man become homeless, and who was he before he was homeless?

Where is the 25 year old College chick in her Academic Pursuits and what is her Major and/or Undergrad?

Terry

cool thread mayne, who'd you steal it from?

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Terry

nm found it

Ok heres the scenario: Who do you trust? | World of Seeds

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Sir-Ex

I wouldn't trust either of them, but I'd give it to the college chick.


She'd start spending a little bit at first, gradually working her way up, becoming more frivolous with it, losing control - but not entirely. By the time the year was up she'd have spent in the range of four to six hundred thousand dollars of it. She'd probably fabricate a story to explain the missing money, something shocking and beyond her control, but not so over-the-top that I could disprove it. I can see it in her eyes though, her dumb yet vibrant, cunning blue eyes. Though mischievous, they don't hide the glowing ego of one who believes they've succeeded in their deception, the tiny curl on the edges of her lips, a feral subtlety left untrained in her years of manipulation.
But with no evidence of such manipulations, I'd have to accept my greatly reduced sum of money as it was and, to all visible extents, let the girl be on her way through life.

But I watch her.

She finishes college. Gets hired as an intern with a reputable media outlet. They like her. She climbs the corporate ladder with a vivacity fitting of one so astute in her own belligerent ways. It is not five years when she is promoted to a senior position, earning her six solid figures a year. Soon after she marries, a good man, peaceful, kind, and together they bring their first child into this world. They name her Janet, after the father's grandmother.
Their second child comes a mere eleven months later. This one they name Lucas.
A happy family. Mother retires from her work to spend her time with her children. The father, a successful entrepreneur, hardly has to work either. A perfect family.
The perfect house. The perfect neighborhood. The perfect life.
On August 1st, 2039 at 0111 hours, concentrations of pencyclidine and various tropanes are remotely injected into the house's water supply. During the night, a team of skilled amoral workers cover all the windows and doors in heavy duty, bulletproof paneling. At 0700 hours, a state of the art stealth military drone, illegally commissioned through bribe money is activated.
This drone eliminates all types of attempts at accessing the contents of the house, which stands there with its quiet, steel paneled gaze, for 96 hours.
On August 5th at 0700 hours, small charges planted in the paneling across the front door explode. The steel barrier crashes down upon the front yard, which for the 1st time in over fifteen years is less than impeccable.
The front door stares you in the face. Though scorched from heat, the door seems to call for you. It beckons you over. Powerless to resist you come to the door, and without hesitating turn the door knob and push open the door.
You step into the house.


And then you wake up.


"What...the...fuck.. ...." the words are hardly beyond a whisper. Fingers probe at the electric devices attached at the temples.

"Good morning. I'm sorry I had to do that, but I'm afraid it was the only way."

Tired, frazzled eyes look up.

"It was the only way you'd have held onto that money for me."

Eyes slide down. The shape of a briefcase underneath a white hospital gown.

"I knew it should be you. You've made me so happy. I knew I could trust no one to miss a bum."






My answer:
Give it to the homeless man. No one goes looking for a homeless dude while he's connected to a quantum dream machine for a year with a leather briefcase of money stitched to his torso inside a secure basement room at MIT.

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Smile

Ditch the cigs!!!!!!

deadhead94

That's just crazy enough to work.

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Mafoo

i loled

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farmergiles

I lolled and forgot I wasn't thanking Terry.

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