I can’t even afford to rent dirt.
I had to scrimp and save to get two pennies to rub together. I sold the shavings at a recycling place.
Personally, I lease my dirt. Only $150 a month (plus the $6k deposit (but that doesn’t count)).
I grew up so poor that when I was little I used to try to get abducted just so I’d get some candy.
Panhandlers give me money.
Dirt? I can’t afford the to rent the empty hole the dirt came from!
I’m so poor that I can’t even pay attention.
(this is an old one my grandmother used to say)
…I haven’t got a pot to pee in or a window to throw it out of.
I always got clothes and something to play with for Christmas when I was growing up. One year was so bad, all I got was a pair of pants with holes in the pockets.
I charge my own kids rent on their rooms.
…if they were selling mules for a nickle, all I could afford to do would be jump up and down hollering “Ain’t that cheap!”
…I eat Bottom Ramen.
I don’t even eat it, I can only smell the one bowlful I have. The good thing is, the smell changes every couple of days. It’s like a new bowl!
All my garbage is plastic because I can’t afford the real stuff.
I actually had that happen once.
I have to rent myself out as a diialysis machine – kidney patients run their blood through me for a cleanup.
All my parents could afford were the holes.
At least you got more than one.
I got hand me down holes…with holes in them.
I can’t afford to renovate the cardboard box I live in.