Everybody's Gotta Be a Comedian...

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  2. sad really........economic downturn....

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  3. It is sad, but better to laugh in the face of adversity, than cry... so I'm told.

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  4. At least he's got a sense of humour. I'm not sure I'd be able to smile if it was my store. Luck to him, I say.

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  5. At least their Dignity is only slightly discounted!

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  6. Well, it's nice that they are able to get a laugh out of a bad economy. Very funny!

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  7. Better laughter than tears.

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  8. I want some cheap dignity and the 60% off basic neurosurgery. Bittersweet...

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  9. A thousand comedians out of work and they're making jokes!

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  10. Better to laugh than to cry.

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  11. Here's to gallows humor! I'm interested in the basic neurosurgery myself, if I can watch!

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  12. You're all much more sensitive than I am obviously. Here I was all excited about the prospect of discount neurosurgery AND ham hocks all in one spot:>)

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  13. Whew!
    Well thank you!
    I laughed, hard.
    My husband's company went out of business, last Sept, got a new job, and that company went out of business in Feb.
    We must laugh...
    if not we sink into morbid reflection...
    Smiling thru the rain.

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