Therapy. 6/5/2009
My wallet is curled up in the corner, scared, lonely and wondering when the hurting will stop.
The wallet feels dirty, unkempt fingers fondle it in all of its secret places.
The wallet is brought out into the light.
The screaming starts.
- Posted in : General
- Author : thesnark
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haha bring it over, i’ll keep it safe for you!
*administrative charges apply
Errr.. what did u buy this time?
This, from the man who always rolls up on his bike wearing at least one new form of motorcycling attire - last time it was a fancy new helmet. And from the man who, having aided me in finding a good place to get new indicators, back tyre and frame sliders, then proceeds to give instructions to the mechanic to add braided hoses and get the prices for full exhaust system changes, and, hearing MY wallet scream in protest, turns to me saying. “it’s only money…!”
Sympathy meter set to *low*
You ares just catching up with the rest of us poor broke suckers.
ahHahaha just buy buy buy, stimulate the economy!
At least you have a wallet.
I know exactly how your wallet feels, bro.
But the question is, how are YOU doing?
No matter what…
Ride well,
GC
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