I am broke. Busted. Out of money. My ex-husband owes me a bundle of money. He can either pay it or I take him back to court. I hate being broke. I am way too much of the pampered pooch to be broke.
I'm too broke to afford booze. That's just sad. So I think we need to start a "Feed the Folly," fund.
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Coming at you like a whiney piece of "Please don't hurt me."*
*Courtesy of Blackiswhite
What Folly Really Looks Like
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" —
Merely this, and nothing more.
Edgar Allan Poe
"The Raven"
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" —
Merely this, and nothing more.
Edgar Allan Poe
"The Raven"
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7 comments:
try working, that's what we menfolk do... and for pete's sake stock up on the booze once you get that first paycheck (a "paycheck" can be redeemed for money so you won't be broke anymore). sheesh.
I have a job, thank you.
the panhandler i was stuck right next to at the exit ramp has a job too. we got on this subject when i had no choice but to stop right next to mr. arms-covered-with-tats-and-wearing-a-wool-hat-even-though-it's-hot-outside-and-his-sign-was-several-paragraphs-long. he makes eye contact and says, "give me a couple bucks". "nope", was my reply. he goes for the softer sell now, "i have a job... but they keep laying me off after every few weeks of employment." "that's too bad", i said. he continues feeling reassured,"yeah, so i either get a paycheck or unemployment most weeks so i have a steady income." this threw me a bit, as it seemed to undermine his case for begging, "so why are you out here?", i sincerely ask. "well, if i do an eight hour shift out here, that's $125 - 200 a day, tax free." the light turned green... maybe you should try panhandling to supplement your income???
Well, I'm kind of a panhandler. I'm a lawyer.
well, there we go... my source of irritation with you - the source of which i couldn't identify myself - is now known; you're a lawyer. the bewitching ex missus is a lawyer. i guess i can move on from your site now, the mystery of why you bug me has been revealed. later.
Well damn. Have one bad lawyer experience and taints the whole profession. Come on, Anon, I'm actually kinda cute.
And funny too... ;)
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