Stealing The Crown Jewel
Billionaire Jim Forrester's prize.
She'd been at the show all day and the lords of the land were no doubt in a bidding war. Sure, she was beautiful, and a one-of-a-kind prize worth having. Jim Forrester watched the crown jewel of the Rolls-Royce like everybody else.
When the crowd died down and it was time to move the Boat Tail, Jim watched as security brought the keys to the driver. Jim wandered over and commented on how beautiful she was.
An hour later, the driver opened his eyes to see Jim escaping with the $28 million car.
"I'm so fired," sighed the man.
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Yep!!! Good one, Jason!!!💖💖💕
You're not fired. The GPS is still hard-wired. And the tank has but little gas as local brass required.