a story!

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so im sitting quietly in my workspace glued to the tele, when theres an abrupt announcement over the 1MC about pizzas available on the pier.
well shasta, now im hungry!!
so i waltz down to the gate, slide up to the pizza guy in his gray Honda, and score a medium pepp. 11 bucks. i hand 'im a 20.
i get the change back. i sift through the green of George, when i come across something red printed on one of 'em.
i pull out this 1 dollar bill, read the message:
"track me! visit www.wheresgeorge.com now!"
okay....

i skip back to the ship, clamber up to my workspace, and grab a couple slices outta the box as i swoop onto the computer.
i gain access to the net, intensely punch the letter and punctuation combination into the address bar, and hit the ENTER button....

i am sucked into a virtual world of money, green, and thousands of these "registered" bills.
what...is this? i manage to say to myself, while still in awe...

i read hundreds of pages, profiles, faq's and stories.
i consequently decide, eh; ill give this a shot.

i register my name and adjoining info, get my bill i got with the stamp registered as well, and
BOOM.
im into the groove.

i found out my first George bill has been registered before by some chick in VA Beach...
that was ten days ago she put it in the system.
score one, i think.

i quickly yank out the rest of my loot,
and like a little school boy attending a Sex Ed class, excitedly punch in the numbers for all my bills.
im now up to 8 registered bills.
pretty nifty.

soon i will begin the circulation of these bills, and hope to see when and when they will show up in the hands of other inquiring minds such as mine...

the day is done. victory is all mine.


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END.