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Message:: [QUOTE="fools_gold, post: 1007620, member: 20669"]I'm standing in Tombstone, Arizona. Tumbleweeds rolling by behind me.... I stand with my hands by my hips ready to pull the trigger. I stare down the empty dusty streets.....no one is around me, everyone is home with their doors and windows shut.... My only buddy is my golden retriever, named Buddy. Constantly barking at me, I think he's saying, "I'll be your huckleberry".... I think about my sleepless nights as my dollar devalues, night after night.....I need to make a decision, and I need to make it quick.... Arriving ahead of me, a man, holding a bag of silver and gold.....silver and gold....I like the sound of that...... He approaches me and says, "Do you feel lucky? Well, do ya punk?" And so ask myself, "Well, do I feel lucky?" I ask him, "What's the premium?" He says, "$60 over spot". With that super white teeth grin of his and a cigar hanging outta his mouth.... I grind my teeth while staring him down..... Buddy here is growling at the man.....doesn't seem to like him very much...... I'm skeptical of him, but I don't trust the greenback even more. My legs start to shake, oh wait, that's just Buddy's tail hitting my leg.... I make the first move. I pull out my cash and make the swap before he raises the premium even more. I tell him, "This ain't better be fools gold or Buddy and I will hunt you down!" He says, "No sir, but if you ever need to sell that back you know where to find me, now have a nice day fella!" Buddy here keeps barking at me, I say, "What are you looking at? You hungry?" (I think he's hungry) So I tell Buddy, "Let's go hunt you some rabbits.....cause you can't eat gold...."[/QUOTE]

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