never never reveal where they came from...
shoot. shovel. shut up.
melt the gold down...
make one ounce coins with your face on it... call it what you want...sell it for cash.
200 coins, 100 ounces at 1200 an ounce... 120,000 bucks...
I found a guy who had committed suicide in a field once. I saw his truck first parked by the road, and then him lying on the ground a short distance away.
For some reason, his truck was FULL of cartons of cigarettes. People on the internet that I talked to at the time gave me holy hell for not taking the cigarettes, if not the truck: “YOU BLEW AN OPPORTUNITY!!”
Friends. Aren’t they great?