"On the Dole & Watchin' the Pole": Welfare Recipients Get Their Party On in a BIG WAY in the Big Apple Using Their Debit Cards! Maybe I Should Call Quits-Ville on My Job & Just Join the Party?

A New York Post exclusive story this week (link below) reveals local welfare recipients using their debit cards to live it up like it was still 1999 or something in the City That Never Sleeps!  A Post investigation revealed such prudent and proper welfare debit card uses as:

(1) Hittin' the neighborhood bar (Hanks Saloon was cited) for a deserving evening of boozin' it up on the public's dime; (2) Crashin' the local porn shop (e.g., Blue Door Video) consistent with our 5th and 14th Amendment rights to fleece the peeps while disciplining the monkey; (3) Hittin' up the corner liquor store (Drinks Galore'll work) since the party must always go on after those other joints close up; (4) Smokin' and Tokin' like a fish with tobacco store product (since one can't have a real party 'out some bona fide smokes! -- Shisha International fits the description, BTW); and, for a regular coup de grace, (5) Rollin' into the local strip joint to drop some dolla' on the ol' tittie dancers (Club Heat works only too well)!

May I ask anyone reading this?:  WTF am I doing over here working a damn real job?!?  When I could be out there with the bums giving a whole new meaning to the slightly altered phrase, "PARTY SLIME."  But here comes the point that I tend to reach most every evening when my damn pesky Middle American Anachronism side rears its ugly head: I just can't join the tramps and slugs who are having so much fun in Metropolis with their paws in the public kitty:  I gots to work in the morning -- and, besides, my shit pays so much better!

http://www.nypost.com/p/news/local/poor_some_ugar_on_me_0Hq1d3iPnvj2RwpsEDS7MN