I’m so poor that I have to pay cash at the library.
I have an itch from back in '96 that has gone unscratched because I had to sell my fingernails to an eccentric millionaire.
We were so poor that I had to use my Sister’s hand me down textbooks.
I didn’t want to be a dental hygienist.
When our hand me downs reached the bottom the cycle was reversed.
We were so poor when I was a kid, we had to convert to Orthodox Christianity so we could celebrate Christmas in January with a tree our neighbors left out on the curb.
You had fingernails?! I didn’t – my children needed something for lunch.
Y hv vwls? I cn nly ffrd cnsnnts.
Pt Wntz, s tht y?
Ha! Took me a few seconds.
Yeah, but they weren’t much good without the fingers, which I planed to get on an installment plan.
My family couldn’t afford installment plans, we had installment wishes.
We had to live on Scraps for a month. I still miss that dog.
Children in Africa used to hold telethons to raise money for us when we were growing up.
I still remember the day my mom brought home the big box that said GE television on the side. We spent hours sitting around watching the empty box.
My rainbows come in black and white.
I can’t afford the electrons for the rest of this
I think therefore I owe.
We were so poor we had to use our toilet paper twice.
That makes sense. Once for the front, once for the back.
We had to wash ours.
Ohhhhhh, they were yours were they?
I think I gave them to the under-gardener’s children. I’ll see if they’ve still got them if you like.