Hmmm....mebbe, ya'll, everbody's havin' second thoughts 'bout keeping Greece fat and happy, cuz' it shore do look like throwin' good money after bad.
Things are getting tense and ugly, and it's now down to whoever blinks first. Betcha Zimbabwe Ben's phone has been busy, with all our newest-best-friends-in-Europe, who normally hate us, tryin to find some of our money-hunney throw on the Greek bonfire.
Rather like having a meth-head second cousin named Amos, whose got him a bunch-a-kids and no common sense. Shore, we'll help out, keep the lights and water on, make sure baby's got formula and diapers, food and overalls fer the others, and maybe a bit of gas for the car. But that Camaro he bought on credit has gotta get taken back to the dealership, and ain't nobuddy gunna contribute a dime to helping Amos maintain his favorite vices. Them daze iz over, ya'll.
'Course, Amos is gunna get purty hot when he hears the news, and threaten to create all sorts of chaos, and beat his wife and kids, you know.
We'll just have to take that chance. He lays a hand on our Jolene, he'll have bigger worries than having his ride repossessed, know-whud-I-mean? Shoot, he'll be relieved to see the sheriff roll up to arrest him.
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