I just stumbled accross this image, and decided the story was funny enough to post here.

In 12th grade, I once lent my friend Lynn $25 to buy a sweatshirt.  The shirt said "Lonelyville", which is a real town on Fire Island where another friend Katie has a beach house.  Anyway, a few days later in our microeconomics class, Lynn hands me this.

I scanned it so the insanity/beauty of getting my money and message in one sheet (with copious scotch tape) would be preserved.  Then I proceeded to recover the money, which took about 2 hours.

Oh, and many praises to the Bureau of Engraving and Printing.  US cash is about the most resilient paper product I have ever encountered.  Not one bill ripped in the process of extraction.  The coins didn't either, but that's to be expected.