When my car was stolen.
Today, a man came rushing into my office when I was working. He told me that someone had stolen my car. I ran outside in a panic, only to breathe a sigh of relief when I saw it wasn't mine. In fact, I’m so poor that I couldn’t even afford a bicycle, let alone a car. Thank God for making me too poor.
This is my true story which I wrote after taking four pegs of rum.
You got saved for being poor. I'll just donate my lavish lifestyle as well.
I really don't want to lose anything.
You are doing a rat thing.
Hahaha I enjoy this story .yes poverty saves you sometimes
Yes, that's why I have lots of property.
The more you own, the more worries you have.
I guess rum is for free?
Yes, that's why I have donated one of my kidney. Single is better.