You do smoke Scoundy, like a beagle in a tobacco factory. We also make you wear lipstick and dress you in a bitch’s pink tutu while wiring you up to Fox News and Newsmax.
I do, I borrowed it when his mother was kidnapped by Jewish bankers, and I had to do the handover in a Dark, poorly lit Liverpudlian car park. He has been chasing that money ever since he was disappointed about proof of life.