By this moment in time, you've received six sets of TIPS. This is the seventh, the magical lucky number set of TIPS. Are they lucky TIPS? Hell, someone dipped these TIPS in Felix Felicis and made me bank level side-cash. I was happy then. I'm happy now.
TIPS start with Tea. I couldn't have said it better myself. If I ever have a tea ceremony/party, then I want this tea pot. It's like painting a shark face on your WWII fighter jet to scare air-Germans, but this is meant to badassify quiet sweet quaint tea get-togethers. I made sooooooooooo much money off of this simple word pun. Call me playful, call me full of play, but don't ever call me-- I have no idea where I was going with this -__-
DUDE. TIPS of Terror would make a great movie. It'd star a harlot, a vamp, and Vincent Price. Maybe Van Helsing. The bats were fun to draw, same as the castle, and the title. The vampire's line wasn't actually me. Someone fun told me to do it and I did. Guess what happened? Almost anyone who saw this and wasn't having a crap day would repeat that line to me for NO REASON. Serious. How much did I make with this card? Enough to jack up my tip collection into triple digits. This was early on too.
I was in such an inquisitive mood when I made this. No one got it. The night before I watched The Prestige. If you've not seen it, then go watch it. If you have seen it, then watch it again and be on the look out for which Christian Bale is which at which point. If you have seen it, then you'll know what I'm talking about. So, the day of making this card, I was reading The Five Fists of Science by Matt Fraction. HUGE Tesla nerd moment so I had an epiphany. During all his demonstrations for the coil, did Tesla ever ask for tips like a beggar? Here's my depiction of him in panning action. Made a surprising amount with this card based on the design and the easy to read TIPS title.
It was certainly time for TIPS. This was right after my friend's birthday and I was hitting my strides in life, in work, and in TIPS. People paid out the ass to fill my tip jar that day. No idea why. Coworkers would ask what time it was [well, the ones who wanted to leave ASAP] and I would just show them the card. It became a thing at my old job. Fun times. Good times. Sweet times. Times for TIPS.
Ok. That brown smudge on the lower left corner? Chocolate. Some little girl picked it up and got chocolate on it because she thought it was something to play with. Very flattering but a total mess was made. Sign salvaged, I made less money post-chocolate massacre than pre-chocolate massacre. But. BUT. On my break I found something floating down the cobblestone streets where I worked-- $50. Ulysses S. Grant never looked so good.
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