The sad part is, this doesn't even include the ones I just toss in the garbage, our E-bills online, or the ones coming in today's mail. What the heck do these people think, we have money trees growing in the backyard? They just keep piling up, and the ones I actually open, keep adding up. Each month they are higher and higher.
Things are getting so bad here. It's getting to the point, that I'm going to have to either find a poll to swing on or rob a bank.
So, can you help me guess the code?
(What!! Don't judge)
Didn't you get the point I was trying to make? I'm broke, so what makes you think I own a pair of stilettos? (If I did I would have sold them for money by now.) What? You can't be a sexy chick swinging on a poll in ratty tennis shoes? (Alright, and too I'm just not that type of girl!)
Now get to thinking!!!
CODE? What's the darn code?? I know between grandma and holidays this thing has got to be loaded. They never buy anything. Little tight wades, don't even splurge for a pack of Bubble gum unless I pay for it.
Snicker all you want. But, do you see this little guy?...
Now, could you let that cute little belly go hungry?
HA! Not so funny now is it? I didn't think so!
So THINK People!!
Time is of the essence. In a few more hours they will be home and I will get SO busted.
Note; Conscience kicked in (I couldn't find tools) and no banks were robbed. Also, No bellies were actually growling during the making of this post.