Some days, there just isn’t enough duct tape in the world to hold the pieces of my head together.
Here, let me make this as simple as possible.
They’re not worth $54 at this point, much less $54 MILLION.
Hey, D.C. … if you want to save some time, I get paid next Friday. I’ll take this waste of human life to Nordstrom and buy him any pair of pants he wants. You just pay me what it would take to hear his appeal and we’ll call it even.