Oh me oh my oh. The world is one confusing damn place. What the hell is happening with the economy? Who knew I had $700,000,000,000 to hand over to Wall Street, is that even enough 0's? As part of a small business, fear is eating us all alive. Hopefully everyone will still need to drown their sorrows with beer and karaoke, or we are fucked. Will I ever get to buy my little cottage? That shiny new hybrid? Will I have to move back in with my damn parents and eat goldfish out of the pond to survive? How many weight watchers points is small carp? I'm no financial expert, but it smells like the death star is exploding, and there aren't enough escape pods for us storm troopers.
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