Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Fitty mill buys a lot of tires.

"Damon will regret this. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but as soon as he gets his tires slashed in Boston."

Caple, get over here.

Somebody slashed my tires.

I'll give you $25 grand right now if you get down on your hands and knees and change my tires for me. That's a good boy.

I'll be inside watching the Bloomberg Channel. I made more in interest today than you made all year. Isn't that funny?

Actually, I have to go inside anyway to try and make some change. Sheffield usually carries small bills. I've got nothing smaller than a $100,000 bill on me. Can you believe that? Stupid ATMs!

Tell you what: If you do a good job, I'll sign a program or something that you can give to your wife.

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