Foo - How poor are you?

I'm so poor I had to make my new summer sandals by hand. :)

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I'm so poor I can't pay attention!

I'm so poor I couldn't give you the time..

..though, not so poor that I have cardboard strapped to my feet. :D

:(

You gotta make due with what you have.....

Then you're surely a wealthy woman. :beer:





...spare a dime? :) -?

I'm so poor I'm making the kid build his own bike.

Then you're surely a wealthy woman. :beer:





...spare a dime? :) -?



Indeed. I have the greatest of friends and a wonderful family. And a knife. I have a knife. ;)

All I can do is laugh. My emotional stores are completely empty, otherwise....

Indeed. I have the greatest of friends and a wonderful family. And a knife. I have a knife. ;)


I have a lawyer.. -a very cheap but highly skilled lawyer.

I'm so poor I make my own bullets.

I have a lawyer.. -a very cheap but highly skilled lawyer.


I have one too my mine is expensive which is why I have to make my own sandals.

I'm so poor I make my own bullets.


I bet you have big bullets.

I bet you have big bullets.

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I'm so poor, when I go to KFC, I lick other people's fingers.

:roflmao: :lol: :roflmao:

Poor people :rolleyes:
I'm going to go find some rich people threads.

I'm so poor whenever I'm in public bathrooms I like to stuff my pockets full of toilet paper for later.

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I can only offer you, for sure, my everlasting friendship, Siu. :o :)

I bet you have big bullets.I'm so poor... sometimes I go to the range and yell BANG! BANG! with an empty gun to save up ammo money.

I bet you have big bullets.

I'm so poor I only have blanks...

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.38 or .357, .223, 7.62x39, not sure 7.62x51? 8mm mauser? 30-06, 12 ga

I've returned bottles two days before payday to get something to eat.
I've eaten a $4.00 jar of peanut butter for a month.
$7.00 cases of chinese noodles.

I'm so poor...if they were charging 5 cents for a riverboat ride...all I could do is run up and down the bank yelling "Ain't they cheap!".

LOL

So sad so sad......

I am looking for clients to bill to buy my 2007 bike.....so sad....

I've never thought of myself as poor no matter how little money was in my wallet. My friends, family, and experiences have made me feel richer than I could have ever imagined.

Though I should take a picture of my ghetto ergonomic handlebars I just made...

Broke is a temporary circumstance, but poor is a permanent state-of-mind... ;)

I'm so poor I had to make my new summer sandals by hand. :)

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some people. atleast you could have used matching pieces of cardboard and duct tape.

$7.00 cases of chinese noodles.



The proper name is "crack soup". Named for the famed crackheads of NYC who can live for a year on a case Ramen noodles.

I have a lawyer.. -a very cheap but highly skilled lawyer.

I'm sorry, but I've never met you. :)

I'm so poor I make my own bullets.

I so poor, I bum bullets off other people who have SKS's and AK's at the local range. :p

.38 or .357, .223, 7.62x39, not sure 7.62x51? 8mm mauser? 30-06, 12 ga

Close, .45, .223, 7.62x39, .308 win, 7.62x54, 8mm and 12 gauge

Close, .45, .223, 7.62x39, .308 win, 7.62x54, 8mm and 12 gauge

What uses the .45?

It depends on the perspective. In some circles...I'm considered poor, but in others...I'm considered pretty well off.

But all that "what other people think" stuff doesn't matter...being content with your life is more important than a dollar amount or quantity of stuff. :)

I'm so poor I had to make my new summer sandals by hand. :)

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That isn't your only problem - you're so poor that you had to borrow what look to be Pheard's legs! OMG, thinking about it, I saw a pink-skinned guy with no legs propelling himself down the street on a dolly this morning, panhandling - for pistachio ice cream! Tell me you didn't pawn your legs, steal Pheard's, then force him to panhandle to pay for your pistachio ice cream habit! :eek:

Close, .45, .223, 7.62x39, .308 win, 7.62x54, 8mm and 12 gauge
Dang, I missed by 2. thought the 8mm was .303 british.

.62 x 39 is screwy :D

Siu your not poor!! You have what seems to be tons of friends that care about you. :) That makes you richer the most people :)

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:roflmao: :roflmao: :roflmao:

You gotta give the guy a 9.8 in creativity points...9.2 for presentation.

i'm so poor that, if my mom hadn't cut holes in my pants pockets, i wouldn't have anything to play with at christmas.

I can afford neither a refrigerator box nor real estate under a bridge. I live on a median strip in the middle of a four-lane boulevard by a busy intersection. I scrub the yellow lines clean with my eyebrows 23 2/3 hours a day, and pay the the city for the priveledge. My best days are when a retread blows off a truck tire, because then I have something cheap to eat.

I'm so poor I can't afford a personality.

I'm so poor I can't afford a personality.

so THAT explains it!

What uses the .45?

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I am so poor I had to borrow a pot to piss in.

I'm so not poor I laugh at this thread in a very patronizing manner.

Kind of. :)

And now for something completely different, i will quote from The Pythons on poorness.

Monty Python's
We Were So Poor Script
Four well-dressed men sitting together at a vacation resort. "Farewell
to Thee" being played in the background on Hawaiian guitar.

Michael Palin: Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.
Graham Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine,
ay Gessiah?
Terry Gilliam: You're right there Obediah.
Eric Idle: Who'd a thought thirty years ago we'd all be sittin'
here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?
MP: Aye. In them days, we'd a' been glad to have the price of a cup
o' tea.
GC: A cup ' COLD tea.
EI: Without milk or sugar.
TG: OR tea!
MP: In a filthy, cracked cup.
EI: We never used to have a cup. We used to have to drink out of a
rolled up newspaper.
GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
MP: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money
doesn't buy you happiness."
EI: 'E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'. We used to
live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.
GC: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one
room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the
floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for
fear of FALLING!
TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM! *We* used to have to live in a
corridor!
MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin' in a corridor! Woulda' been a
palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish
tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting
fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmph.
EI: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered
by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to US.
GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and
live in a lake!
TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty
of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.
MP: Cardboard box?
TG: Aye.
MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in
a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the
morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down
mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home,
out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in
the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to
work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad
would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we
were LUCKY!
TG: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox
at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues.
We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four
hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we
got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night,
half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), eat a lump
of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill
owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home,
our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves
singing "Hallelujah."
MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't
believe ya'.
ALL: Nope, nope..

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Is that guy a properly licensed and registered milf hunter?

Oh sure ... just go ahead and brag on the custom cardboard model. We're not all so damn materialistic.
You're not impressing anyone ya know.:D

No kidding. She's got the model with the corrugated soles and the 3M toe straps. Must be nice.

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