Damn you, Good Ship Chuckle, you jinxed me, wishing me a good life.

I went to the cash machine today and decided to check my bank account. To my abject horror, the receipt read $66.57.

I then took out $50 and am now panicking. I've pretty much guaranteed got a job with the wonderful fascist MacDonalds corporation, but i probably won't be starting that for another week. And even then, how will i afford busfare to get to my job when my living expenses will very quickly eat through my $50?

*******s!