Whether getting or giving,
As long as you’re living,
No matter how epic the thrift
It will always be true…
(Just between me and you)
Life insurance is a bad birthday gift.
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Tagged as Bad Idea, Birthday, Gifts, Humor, Insurance, Poetry, Postaday, Short, Travesty, Truth
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