Since the wife entered into semi-retirement a few months ago, things have been a bit strapped financially around the Carrotpenis household. We've all had to make some adjustments to our new financial situation. Gone are some of the luxuries we used to be accustom to. I for instance am no longer eating lunch. Since I am a big fat ass anyway, this is probably for the better.
Anyway, last week I decided to splurge on myself and pay for parking at the train station. I know, you're all wondering how can I get away with such opulence. When I went to take money out of the cash station, the balance was much higher than it should be. Or at least much higher than my wife has been telling me it is. When I asked (confronted) her about the the extra money, she said she had no idea what I was talking about.
After some complicated financial analysis, you know actually comparing the bank statements to the checking account register, we discovered an accounting error. Back in February when we got our tax refund and We Were White Trash Rich the first time, the Wife was apparently delirious about having a windfall of cash and forgot to enter one of my paycheck direct deposits into the checking account register. Woo Hoo! It's like winning the lottery. Looks like we'll be able to afford that big screen TV after all? I'm kidding about that. Hopefully, we can pay off some of the credit card debt we've accumulated. That said, the wife still thinks that I am a big fat ass. No lunch for you!
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Oh no-she has to let you go to lunch-who else will describe diners at the Barf Country Buffet?
Skip breakfast-maybe asshole lawyer can pop for lunch. How fat can you ass be ( by say, Midwestern standards)?
Excellent question reguarding Vicky the robot...yes she was a robot in the after school special. I should have been more discriptive...thanks for the comments/
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