May 22, 2008 11:48
"Imagine I'm a space alien," says the hirsuite and fanged fellow who's been hanging around the questions area like a pleasant floral scent the past couple of days. (Except for how he kind of smells like carrion, which may or may not be coming from that leopard pelt he's always showing off.)
"Keeping in mind my status as a space alien, I'd like you people to explain to me what money is. Not what it's for, babes, not what it's worth, I want you to tell me what it is."