Our family was so poor when I was growing up that every Christmas morning I hoped and prayed that I woke up with an erection, just so I'd have something to play with.
Man, we were so poor my Mom would nail a kipper to the kitchen door so we could wipe our mouldy crust on, on the way out! To work 14 hours down the coal mine! (Not really, she couldn't afford a kipper and used a butterflied rat - but we never let on we knew)