Everybody's Gotta Be a Comedian...

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  1. A human kind of humanApril 13, 2009 at 2:43 AM

    Is Matt the owner?

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  2. UnknownApril 13, 2009 at 4:38 AM

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

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  3. UnknownApril 13, 2009 at 6:09 AM

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

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  4. ArgentApril 13, 2009 at 6:11 AM

    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. NanceApril 13, 2009 at 8:01 AM

    At least their Dignity is only slightly discounted!

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  6. Erin DavisApril 13, 2009 at 8:15 AM

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

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  7. aimsApril 13, 2009 at 8:58 AM

    Better laughter than tears.

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  8. Eleonora BaldwinApril 13, 2009 at 3:22 PM

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

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  9. SilliyakApril 13, 2009 at 3:26 PM

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

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  10. AnnieApril 13, 2009 at 6:43 PM

    Better to laugh than to cry.

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  11. KathleenApril 13, 2009 at 7:55 PM

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

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  12. UnknownApril 14, 2009 at 6:23 AM

    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. UnknownApril 14, 2009 at 7:40 AM

    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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