Well Myrtle, them bank fellers is at it again -- gamblin' and horse-tradin' and such. Won't be long now to them varmints come hat in hand their little peckerwoods all shriveled up tinier than a hundred dollars worth of Lehman Brother's stock on a gnat's ass looking for us to throw in a nickle er two to save 'em from the poorhouse one more time
yes sir, billy ray bob, that's probly true . . . but dad gummit billy ray bob them bankers shore do have some purty watches
yes myrtle they shore do
I wonder how we can get us one of them there watches -- they's mighteeeee purty
well myrtle maybe we should buy us some of them fancy delco-riviters that they's always talkin' bout. yep, that's how we'll do it . . . we'll buy us some delco-riveters that pays 62 % interest
well billy ray bob what would we do with all that money . . .
he he he . . . Get the fuck out of here
. . . because the banks are up to their old shit again (well actually they never really stopped -- just peaked over their shoulders for a minute to make sure no one was watching) and it won't be long now -- not long at all, before one by one first the little banks and then bigger and bigger too big to fail behemoths realize that the stuff they read in accounting books back in college actually was written that way for a reason.
2010 -- this ain't your grandpappy's Depression. It is gonna get worse -- SOON
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