TOP SECRET TIPS VI

There comes a time when the fun ends. This is not that time. The next time won't be that time either. This TIPS-train will never end. And then it will. Choo Choo.

Absurdly, I got this idea from a second-hand tale a coworker was telling me. He started off with, "what had happened was..." and when you here those four words start off a story you KNOW it's a great story. Apparently, a friend of his worked for tips in Arizona. One day he dropped his tips [assorted coins] in the sand near his car while fumbling with his car keys. Hands still near the ground after picking up the largest coin first, a snake leapt out and tried to bite his fingers. His fingers went unscathed but his quarter did not. He couldn't find it because the snake ATE it. I still think he flung his quarter away when the snake lunged, but that doesn't make for an exciting story, does it?

 Another one of my first one TIPS cards before I decided on TIPS as the franchise name. Sometimes I wish the world never left the sensibilities and fashion sense of the 1940s behind but then again we'd never have created lowriders and booty shorts. Thank Zeus for booty shorts. The man-spy is telling the woman-spy something in morse code.

I love giving spy tips to the unwashed unlearned non-spy populace. Remember your secret packages come in every form: words, hard copy notes, trick objects, and even back-alley meetings. If there's one thing you should learn from my spy teachings it's this: >>> ___ <<< Don't blink.

A second lesson in TIPS, this time for the heavy hot summer sun fun we had. I've followed every rule listed while living in Florida. The accompanying pictures were meant to look like mirages in the sun, same goes for the title. Had a lot of fun making this one. Lots of customers asked for water after reading this, instead of let's say some soda that has salt in its secret formula which therefore doesn't quench your thirst.

There must've been some sort of tattoo convention in town the time I made this because that was my reasoning; tattoo artists and enthusiasts would love to tip a cup with a sign with a tattooed woman on it. Tips for tats, I say. Wink, don't forget the wink. I called dibs on every tattooed he and she all day and guess what? I MADE BANK.