Letters to the Editor

I bought stocks; my husband bought CDs. Now I can't bear to look I can't get up the nerve to tell my husband just how much money we've lost. By Cary Tennis [2008-12-01]

• Great. Cary's Last sentence.`Enjoy eating your sandwich." That's was Great. You give counsel and advise. You were a former bread baker, a bank robber, or a bent augur lawyer? I good, or a cranky ditch-grave digger? tease.

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  Finances are like fascist to me.

  Whatever I make, lawyers steal.

  They make poor folk go`honk!

  A bankers a crooked foul hoot.

  Toot. Love a preschooler goof.

  Love. Find secret ticklish area.

  Hmm. No "outward restraint"?

  Oy! No allow a degrade flunk,

  sap energy and self-respects.

  You were clear to me. Thanks.

  C.T. counsel. no melodramas.

  Stocks go down. Socks stinky.

  Bakers rob you of holy socks.

  Lawyers eat cats sand litters.

  Bankers chew scat on bagels.

  Love a fat cats Stock Broker?

  -- GoodCelery!
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