mines is a flap of cow skin. its got more pockets than you can shake a stick at. they are small and inconspicuous enough to not make the wallet overly fat, unless they are all used simultaneously, but there are too many. sometimes i just poke through the infinite wonderness of my wallet, to see what i can find. yesterday i hit the jackpot: a very enjoyable dime of powder.
'twas a present, some years ago, from the birth-giver. [the wallet, i mean. not the coke]
Last edited by thuh Freak : 2004-09-30 at 15:59.
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