My age no longer permits me to suffer for love, so if you see me sad, it’s due to lack of money.

Can’t believe we used to throw eggs at houses, and now we can afford neither eggs nor houses.

If you turn your phone upside down, the stock market is actually doing quite well.

Just did my own taxes, I should be in jail by Friday.

Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.

My wallet is empty, just like my soul.

The only exercise I’ve done this month is running… out of money!

I need money, not feelings.

Spending all my money on lottery tickets so I’ll either be rich or poor, none of this wishy-washy stuff in the middle.

I’m a credit card, cause I’m always being used or denied.

I have tasted employment, I have tasted joblessness and I recommend generational wealth guys.

No haunted houses for me this year. If I wanna be frightened, I’ll just look at my 401k.

A college education is one of the few things a person is willing to pay for and not get.

My dog sighs a lot for someone who doesn’t pay any bills.

Due to financial reasons, I will now be performing photosynthesis.

I miss when bills were none of my business.

Me, one week before the new year: Not to brag, but I have enough money to live comfortably for the rest of the year.

It’s normal that my retirement plan is 100% contingent on me finding buried treasure at some point, right?

For financial reasons, I will be passing away.

Jingle all the way? In this economy?