Coupon Whore: A Story of the Kidsville Discount

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What would I do for a Klondike bar? Eh, not much, really. But if you tell me you’ll knock a couple bucks off the full price of pretty much anything, I’ll kiss you full on the mouth. With tongue. Just ask the guy who sold me my tires. It’s something I’ve come to realize about myself, especially since I’ve had kids and no full time job. I’m a coupon whore. A savings slut. A deal floozy. I admit it, I {Read More}