A guy just came in and sold me a statue.
He told me he needed the money for medicine because he had no health insurance.
I bought the statue.
He reeked of stale cigarette smoke.
If he gave up his filthy smoking habit he could afford health insurance.
We all make choices. He chooses to smoke and not have health care (His smoking habit is bewteen $2500.00-$5000.00 a year...do the math)
I swear the above story is true...it happened about 40 minutes ago.
I'm also guessing he buys lottery tickets and beer. Though I'm just speculating on those two.
Health care is a choice for most people.
Stop telling me to pay for health care for the gentlemen that sold me the statue.
It's a gas, gas, gas!
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13 comments:
But you SHOULD pay for his mortgage. And his new car, right?
I paid for his statue.
How 'bout them Red Sox?
Aw, you're all full of guff. First you get you some gumption. Then you pull yourself up by your bootstraps. Gumption. Bootstraps. Get it? Got it? Good.
What's that? You don't know how to get gumption? Kee-rap. Back in my day, it worked like this: I got up at 4:00 a.m. I walked along the railroad tracks, picked up the coal, and boiled it 'til I got gumption. Then I found me a bootstrap tree, chopped it down, and whittled me some bootstraps. You boys are too soft for this. Go to the five and dime. Then take your bootstraps, see? And pull your gumption UP using the bootstraps. Bootstraps. Gumption. Anything else is a bunch of malarkey.
I just want then idiot to quit smoking and buy his own health care.
That's all.
But he won't.
Sparkle:
*desperately*
HOW 'BOUT THEM RED SOX?!
Do the Red Sox pay for their own health care?
I like donuts.
And cookies!
I love the Red Sox, Cakie! I love the donuts, too! And: I love the Mankind and Socko!
Cookies are groovy, also.
And cake.
The pastry, not the blogger.
True story: Mankind does NOT pay his own health insurance. However, Socko "foots the bill."
"Stop telling me to pay for health care for the gentlemen that sold me the statue."
But you did pay for his health care (partly) because you bought the statue.
Or something.
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