When I was a kid, we were so rich that......

i'm just guessing but based on the number of replies i'll bet there were probably a lot more poor folks than rich. but i imagine that the rich had their problems too...i mean there was.........no.....ok, there was....hmmnnn...ok, i guess not.
 
When I was a kid we were so rich...

that I was a princess.
 
Re: When I was a kid we were so rich...

perky_baby said:
that I was a princess.
And you still are dearest.
Take Care and Lust Always,
Ezarc
 
Re: Re: When I was a kid we were so rich...

Ezarc said:

And you still are dearest.
Take Care and Lust Always,
Ezarc

lol, thanks Ez.
 
(Pretending)

We were so rich that...

We had rooms that we didn't even use!

We had a seperate bedroom, just for guests!

We carpeted the bathroom!

All of our carpet were snowy white!

We hired people to clean our toilets and kitchen so we could shop all day!

We had a different home, just for summer!

We bought our nanny a car for Christmas!

(Wow, that was fun!)
 
Re: (Pretending)

Wiggles said:
We were so rich that...

We had rooms that we didn't even use!

We had a seperate bedroom, just for guests.

Well, we were so rich (I wish) that we didnt bother to hire a maid; We just bought a new house whenever the old one got dirty.
 
MorgaineLaFay said:
I was a rich brat growing up.

Now ... is a totally different story...:rolleyes:

Hmmmm... this thread makes me wonder just how much our backgrounds affect our posts. I was the opposite of a few of you who posted here. I was fairly poor growing up (although I never really knew it) and really have no money worries now.
 
Ditto Cheyenne, only I did know it at the time. hehe.

We were so poor that I didn't even know what money looked like until I went to school.

We were so poor that when I asked my father for something to play with, he cut a hole in my pants pocket

We were so poor, we had to paint our house before they would comdemn it.

We were so poor, we had to take turns eating.

We were so poor, we had to read our email by candlelight.

We were so poor, our IRC host was Mrs. Finklestein, the switchboard operator. She got netsplits whenever her bobby pins broke through her bun.

Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week.
 
Intro skit to Busta Rhymes' "Gimme Some More" [first few lines have been removed]

Guy: Baby Girl, you know how much money I got? Oprah does my laundry.

Girl: So what?

Guy: Michael Jordan cuts my grass.

Girl: Big deal.

Guy: You know how frivolous I am? I drive a hummer to the end of my driveway just to get the mail and that's all I use it for.

Girl: That ain't nothing.

Guy: I got 6 stock brokers, 14 doctors, 2 lawyers, 17 accountants, and 8 other lawyers to watch the first 2 lawyers.

Girl: God, get outta my face!

Guy: And I got custom made condoms that's made of other people's dicks.

Girl: [sarcastic] Wow, really?

Guy: And shit, when I'm too tired to get my socks blown, I hire someone else to fuck for me.

Girl: Obviously you've mistaken me for someone who that gives a shit.

Guy: You know how rich I am? You know how much credit I got? I threw away all my platinum cards and got a *uranium* card.

Girl: Uh, LOSER!

Guy: Bitch. I drive a Rolls Royce pickup truck.

Girl: Step off, Bucky.

Guy: I got a penthouse with a helicopter pad on the roof and snipers in the other building to make sure no one steals my helicopter.

Girl: Look you played-out playa: I don't need you, I got a vibrator.

Guy: Donald Trump delivers my newspapers in the morning, and I don't even tip him.

Girl: Listen, Motherfucker, if you want some of this, you gonna have to give me some more.

Guy: God damn, there ain't no more! Is there?


Transcribed by MechaBlade
 
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