The King of Tamaqua its your lucky day

I still don't see my Gladiator parked in the exact spot where you stole my Mini from. Here's the deal, cupcake: I'm not jumping through your hoops or cashing a check; I want revenge. This might be a new concept, but your money won't buy your way out.

If you think of throwing 50 thousand at a lawyer to preserve your delusion of the Boyle legacy, knock yourself out; you're just needlessly prolonging my suffering.

This Jeep is from a Tamaqua dealership. Hell, you probably enjoy $200 bottles of wine together at some ridiculous pinky-up event while your subjects struggle to scrape together a few bucks to throw down for a few hamburgers at Burger King.

If you're waiting for an old man to die so life can go on for you as normal, we're on a long journey; it's already 800 days, asshole.

The only genuine need for your Philly lawyer is to draw up an NDA, something you're familiar with. That's about $600 for an attorney to pull up a legal app and have an underpaid paralegal push the button. If you wish, I can push that button for free and email you one.