Re: How do you feel?
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, like I been tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post - Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'. Did somebody mention that they got some weed?
Seriously, let's put this in perspective. My father died when I was nine years old, my sister twelve, and my brother thirteen. My mother was working at home at the time, darning socks for the cotton mill at 7 cents a dozen pairs, and when she got through burying my father she had three kids and 26 bucks to her name. We made it, thanks to her prayers and hard work, and nobody's charity. You think I feel a lot of sympathy when one of you guys say your 401K has tanked? No offense, but gimme a freakin' break. Things could be worse, believe me.
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