Because things have been tight this past year, due to weekend excursions and bills sponsored by Capital One, which I'm still paying off, the Shirley clan has taken to "living poor".
Ben likes to imagine he knows how to live poor, but he doesn’t. He likes things like variety in his food (sorry!) more than 4 shirts (nada!) and going out to eat (what? Like restaurants actually exist?) Me? I’m comfortable with poor. I’m proud of poor. Rich I don’t get. Real silver( that really exists?) Designed interiors (You mean people don’t just use what they have?) Buying cars just because you want to (Was the old car broken?) Yeah, betches. I grew up on the dirty streets of King William, in a house shipped on trucks and stapled together on-site. With a goat in the backyard, and black and white tv until the age of 8. It was awesome.
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