Posted by Neal on May 26, 2009, at 19:21:25
It's not the big things anymore, its a collection of small things . . .
Now me, I'd like to *** the bank person who "forgot" to order my checks, leaving me with no way to pay the rent. What do you do about the ordinary little everyday sh** that sucks you dry. It's like the writer Charles Bukowski said, it's not the big things, it's the shoelace breaking in the morning, together with the guy who won't let you change lanes, need I go on?
I'd like to say what I wanted to do with that bank, but I won't, cause the sheriff would get me, and this ain't the place.
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poster:Neal
thread:897821
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