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Hamdingers |
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I keep my accumulated wealth in an old mattress for safe keeping.
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pie123452001 |
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I keep it in empty CCOM cans and bury it out in the garden.
Pie > Hami |
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Hamdingers |
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Okay, I'll bite. What's a CCOM can?
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pie123452001 |
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Ooooh. You are new.
CCOMS = Campbell's Cream Of Mushroom Soup |
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ShimMe |
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that's actually a pretty good stategy for saving. I think you can only dig 'em up about 4 months a year round these parts. Damn frozen tundra.
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pie123452001 |
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ShimMe, come on over and we will dig up my assets.
Hush if we stumble over any femur or other skeletal remains. In advance. |
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ShimMe |
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as long as they deserved it, I am totally ok with the femurs.
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ladybugtoes |
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I'm happy
And I know it *claps hands* |
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diemarissadie |
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Don't you think, though, that happiness and intelligence are inversely related? If you don't know any better, how can you be unhappy?
deep thought brought to you today on Sesame Street by diemarissadie, the letter "P", and the number 7 |
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TroubleInTampa |
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I just finished taking a midterm and I want to die. :cry
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Lil Inchworm |
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diemarissadie wrote: This is sadly true. I experience both daily with my one child with MR and my other child who is gifted. My gifted child always worries who likes him and
who doesn't. He analyzes everything anyone says to him. My child with MR doesn't give a shit. He's happy as can be just being himself.
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Poverteeflatz |
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I'm empty inside.
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worstdog |
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A little lunch will help that.
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PhoofeGirl |
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Baby Please wrote: You are daft. A reception for investors because they want us to keep our money where it is at and NOT TO PANIC like 95%.
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harshaw66 |
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PhoofeGirl wrote: Wait a minute! Fraus and stoners get sent into a tizzy??? Okay, I am sorry about the things I said. I will just relax and enjoy my seat in the ownage chair. |
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Dela Norte |
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I also work for a brokerage firm. We actually throw those "client appreciation" dinners once a year, in hopes that our clients will appreciate us
so much that we will get their referrals. Plus, we get the fund company to pay for it, and it makes us look good to our clients. Phoofie, your ego has been
well stroked. But, why not. You love your broker, he's doing his job. All's well in the world. Until tomorrow, when the really BIG prime mortgage
crash happens.
Oh, and I try not to worry about whether I'm happy or not. Somedays you're the windshield, somedays your the bug, ya know? |
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