So, I've been trying to conserve my pennies and live on the cheap without looking like it. The other day I had a migraine and had to take some special medicine for it. Well this special medicine always gives me bursts of creative inspiration between the bursts of sheer pain. So I wrote my own set of jokes. They all begin the same way (think of the "yo' mama" series of jokes), but the answers . . . .while being funny are also true, and therefore sad. So here it goes!
Illyria, how poor are you?
I'm soooooo poor, I have to buy generic brand nondairy powdered creamer to go in my generic brand powdered instant coffee.
Illyria, how poor are you?
I'm sooooo poor, I go to the bar on dollar beer night and drink water.
Illyria, how poor are you?
I'm soooooo poor, I do my laundry at the same time I go swimming in the complex pool.
Illyria, how poor are you?
I'm sooooo poor, I've been clipping coupons from the morning paper --my neighbor's morning paper.
Illyria, how poor are you?
I'm sooooo poor, that even though I have a few Border's gift cards, I have to go to the library to read a book. There are no Border's in Marvinsburg.
Illyria, how poor are you?
I'm sooooo poor, ditto with Barnes and Noble.
Illyria, how poor are you?
I'm sooooo poor, that when I go to the library, I have to read the book in-house because I haven't paid the fines from last month.
Illyria, how poor are you?
I'm sooooo poor, I don't even turn on my cellphone until after 9:00 pm.
Illyria, how poor are you?
I'm sooooo poor, I ignore all job ads that require postage via mail or local long distance charges via fax.
Illyria, how poor are you?
I'm sooooo poor, I've gone through all my hurricane food and water supply --from last year.
Illyria, how poor are you?
I'm sooooo poor, I blog browse all day out of sheer boredom.
Illyria, how poor are you?
I'm sooooo poor, I watch I Wanna Be a Hilton and cry out "Why can't that be me? Why! Why!"
