The markets have been open for merely 17 minutes, and already my net worth has plunged by $117.59. There go my life necessities such as ammunition, nicotine, and Twinkies. Only a half-quart of Jim Beam and a 33-ounce can of Folgers stand between me and utter destitution.
It's all because at 0001 tomorrow the United States becomes an autopsy photo. Without a supply of Federal Reserve Cartoons, my president will no longer have the means to sustain my happiness. Puppies will die, the Washington Monument will be locked up, and all the pretty ballerinas financed by the National Endowment for the Arts will fall prone, to dance no more.
Dang that mean old George Bush, anyway.
1 comment:
Don't forget also...
You're racist!
:-)
gfa
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