Pooling their money together, Wexler's Army

Pooling their money together, Wexler's Army realized they could just afford movie tickets for only 3 of the 6 of them. What good was their make-believe if there was no real loot
-ers or rioters to speak of. Basically all the poor people have been tricked into thinking that they are next at becoming rich, so the "unrest" is mostly a lot of
things. So you have the potheads who spend their foodstamps on marijuana, then complain about not having windows, while the slightly less poor are viewed as sloppily wealthy.
I mean, do they really NEED refrigerators? What extravagance, what luxury, I bet they even have food in there. Centuries ago, poor people didn't have refrigeration. I hate progress
o soup, especially after it's been refrigerated. The carrots get soggy & cold. Nothin' like the good old days of homemade soup. We should go back to having no fridges & more soup.
If I only I had more time... maybe I could quit my job and become a house wench. I could just stay home, come up with new recipes, and each day make up a big batch of hot steaming
poisoned pudding that I'd use to murder the neighborhood kids, annoying little brats that they are...unfortunately, this was reality, and I was stuck at a job I hated, with no
nstop cheerfulness. Daisy roasted coffee on the rusty tin roof & ground the beans in the pencil sharpener. She smiled sweetly and wished me a wonderful morning. Scowling, I
sat down. She continued to smile at me as i stare up at the sky. Sometimes I want to bash her over the head. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what the hell I'm doing here." I muttered, right before I leaned over & kissed her instead. She sighed & snuggled up close. Love stinks.

Started: 2011-05-20 10:05:38
Finished: 2014-03-28 22:10:32

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