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

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.