You’re looking at some of the contents of a wee container thing I chuck my loose change into. I had a look in it the other day and thought “Here, haud on a minute”.
You know how much is in that pile in that photie?
Keeping in mind it’s no a piggy bank, it’s just a container I chuck my change into, ye know how much is in that pile?
78 fuckin quid!
You should batter aw that into a swimming pool and dive in like Scrooge McDuck.
Tap us a score then?
Ah thought; brilliant! I’ll check MY wee change bowl! Get new shoes, go out for lunch – cheer masell up. £8.40. Magic.
im afraid im not affluent enough to consider pound coins and 50 pences as spare change.
my change dish consists of 1p’s, 2p’s and 5 p’s but i managed to git it up to about 80 odd quid after a few years, some buzz.
rid neck though at asda gettin it aw converted.
Thats cus you dont drink. My loose change jars got about 7 quid – all 1p s and 2 p s
I know a dirty coo o the streets thats carries about that much as a float … 29 sheets for yer hole.. she must be shite cause they all want a poond change !! Ethier that or they are tight cunts.. no pun intended….. If you want it changing up then get tae Falkirk, nae cunt can coont there so you might get more for your poonds.. then again you might no… cause they cannae coont.. who knows.. take a wee gamble.. after all it feels like fee money eh!!
Im a right sad cunt. I got my wife a terramundi jar but I started to use it. Only two pound coins were allowed. It was a slow process of about 4-5 years to fill it.I thought maybe about 300 quid was in it. Fuckin 680 quid. It was a pure rush hitting the 300 mark and still over half a pile left. Then I started thinking imagine some wee junky cunt had broken into my flat and nabbed it. I leaned over all the coins with my arms around the pile glancing side to side with narrowed eyes. The world is mine now. What a fuckin buzz!
David Says:
rid neck though at asda gettin it aw converted.
– ah know – I had to go to Sainburies in Camden tae get mine converted
- was feeling overly chuffed until i saw this girl ah wiz supposed tae huv a date with the follwing night, walk by
- luckily
i hudnae produced the coins by that point – so i hobbled over to her – (trying to make my man-bag look light as fuck when it weighed a tonne)
spoke some pish about forgetting why i hud come in – then scarpered ootta there before she twigged – the stigma
- its pure pish tho – cause as av said before, am actually pretty minted
A think you should have a scramble at your next show, scramble member that, ma brother actually got his hand trapped under a motor wheel wance. These days weans would be on the phone to claims direct.
Get it spent!
Ye need tae get yerself wan ay they clay pigs there Limmy mate. Much better than any auld container which ye just ransack any time yer short ay a coupla bob for a pint, pint ay milk, bottle of ginger or whatever.
Not only can ye not delve in any time you want, cause there’s nae wee hatch or nuthin, but you watch yer cute wee pig getting fatter, pick’m up every noo and again, revel at the fact he’s getting really heavy, think how yer gonny spend the money when he’s full up, and generally become quite attached tae um…then smash his cheeky wee piggy heid in tae get yer money back.
I fed mine up nice n fat, pound nuggets and two pound coinage exclusively, for well over a year. Battered its cute wee heid in wae my toilet seat just afore I flitted hoose there last time (fkn right I took the toilet seat, London rent, leave the bastard nuthin)….guess how much he was worth?…400 quid, on the button, to the penny. No word of a lie…
Feels great, breaking doon that emotional barrier you’ve built up wae the beast, you know, taking what’s rightfully yours n that. Almost feels like you’ve earned it!
Taking me tae Patagonia that 400 sheckles so it is.
20 pences are brilliant, they add up like fuck and hardly take up any room in the jar that ye chuck yer change into
Give me that 78 quid, I need it. I left all my makeup and hair straighteners and hairdryer on the bus, I look like Captain Caveman. I need to buy more.
Do you still get chocolate coins?
Aye. Ah made 30 notes out of ma’ 1-10p jar last week.
Good Times.
A good advice, save them for a great holiday with Lynn.
It’s not the gratuitous display of wealth that bothers me, it’s how effin CLEAN that sharapnel is – were you spending hours with a toothbrush and the cillit bang before you took that photo?
Mate, went tae Tesco on Wednesday there… they’ve got this coin sorting machine. Fling any of yer loose change, print yer voucher, march up tae the wee wummin at customer services. They charge 7.9p per every pound… Am a lazy bastard so it disnae bother me, saves me counting the wee metal pricks.
So aye, poured ma shrapnel intae iss machine, £131.53.
Jack-FUCKING-pot!
Thats cus you dont drink. My loose change jars got about 7 quid – all 1p s and 2 p s