Bankrupt! Puns

How dare they laugh at my pain.

Nickel-less Cage

Saint Nickel-less!

When he asked for money from his friends and family, they refused,

as it wasn't their dam business

No! Well he was reading a book on how to get rich and then he went to chapter 11.

He's now called 25 Cent.

Udderly broke.

His house was repossessed.

Guess he's out on a limb.

He suddenly found himself penneless!

Dealing with the withdrawals...

Now he's a bronzefish.

He was in ruins

He couldn't afford toupée his bills.

A bankrupt gardener sets a new years resolution... He decided to forget the past and focus on the Fuschia

but my prices were too low and I soon went bankrupt. I had no sense of shelf-worth.

I'm power bankrupted.

John Deavensmit was not having a good time. After an incident involving a coffee spill, he'd been sued for $50 million, and somehow the jury had ruled against him. There was no way he could pay that much money; he'd go bankrupt.

Naturally, he filed for an appeal, but the winner of the case was already beginning to hound him for money, hoping to get at least something before the judgement was overturned. John was nearly at his wit's end before he found an unusual package in his mailbox.

It was from a couple of his friends, who all went on to law school when John left to create a startup. They'd all been very successful, and had gone on to be justices at various levels, from courts in a small county in Wisconsin all the way to the Supreme Court. When he opened it up, he was surprised to see an ink drawing of a thick wooden stick. It was signed by his friends, and accompanied by a note:

> Hey John, > > We're sorry to hear about your loss in court last month. We met up at a judge conference in the Davison Center, and we thought that we'd do something special for you. We met up in the Grapefruit Room and all worked together to draw this. We hope you enjoy it! > > Your friends

Now, John had been to D.C. a few times, and knew about the Davison Centre. It was renowned for its very offbeat architecture. The Grapefruit Room was one of the weirdest: it had been constructed by taking a world-record grapefruit, carving out the flesh, and preserving the rind. The result was a walk-in fruit, and it always smelled of citrus.

It took John a while to work out the significance of the gift, but when he realized it, he was overjoyed. His good friends had seen fit to grant him a stave judge-men penned in a peel.

Saint Nickel-less.