No way. No way. You can’t fool me this time. You keep telling me you’re a good provider. And sure, for a while, we seem to be doing very well. We drive a fancy car, wear nice clothes. But then I get the credit card bill. And I see you’ve been paying for our fancy lifestyle by running up our debt. Well, my debt, really, since it’s my name on the bill.
I’m going to have to file for bankruptcy because of you. And now they may take the house away.
I’ll think about it.
First, you gotta get rid of that beach house in Guantanamo Bay. I am not into S&M games.
Then, you really need to invest some in keeping up the house. It’s falling apart and the foundation is sagging.
And, you gotta buy us some health insurance. Have you forgotten that we had 3 kids that all died before 1st grade?
And you gotta stop feuding with the neighbors. If you gotta build the damn fence, ok. But don’t go running around the neighborhood throwing rocks through the windows.
