Wow, the economy is worse off than I thought

I saw this sign at Hollywood Video.

And to think we spent all that money on adoption fees!



Comments

aliciajill said…
I saw that too!!! And thought the same thing!! Wow, I did it the hard way... twice!! Next time I'll just swing by Hollywood Video!!!
March 10, 2010 at 5:59 PM
Anonymous said…
LMAO!!! I wish I would have known that too ;)
March 10, 2010 at 8:21 PM
radioactivegan said…
yeah, but those kids probably haven't been rewound ...
March 11, 2010 at 1:15 AM
Anonymous said…
Actions speak louder than words. ........................................
March 14, 2010 at 5:44 AM
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