Fat Asian Baby

This morning FAB made the happy discovery of a bag of cocaine on the ground outside our apartment building which, naturally, we picked up and pocketed. At first we interpreted this as a gift from God indicating that yay, cocaine is indeed good. Said bag is at least $50 worth of snowy goodness. However, there are only twelve units in our apartment building, only three of which are occupied by people FAB could ever or would ever want to conceive of partaking of the yeo, so now we wonder whether we should try and locate and return it to its proper owner or if it was indeed left there for us by the God of It's-the-freakin-weekend-baby-I'm-about-to-have-me-some-fun.