I got here late, but I'm catching up. Soros's last check bounced over the roof and I'm sitting here thinking he has a few other spies that he likes better than me. Georgie, boy, you're reading this, I know - I still got the negatives from that toga party in Cancun. You remember, the one where the donkey kicked Kissinger in the butt after the monkey fell off? Pony up, bud. I got a herd of sheep to feed and they don't like the cheap stuff.
The socks, though. I mean, it explains so much.