Actually, I think you fill out a form telling Mike what drugs you have and he has a phone app that makes appointments for Mike to pick them up.
Or to sell those drugs to the addict. Whatever is most profitable.
Take the drugs, sell the addict an overpriced pillow.
Literally?
Sell the addicts enough overpriced pillows, and they won’t have money to buy drugs anymore! It’s so simple!
What about the cannoli?
Yes. Always take the cannoli.
I think that if you can take figurative drugs, you’ve already had enough.
“I’m rich, but if you help pay for my defense lawyers, I’ll give you a book about me!”
I bet there’s a warehouse full of unsold copies of his memoir he has to get rid off to save the cost of storage.
Lindell hasn’t had his grand climactic psychotic explosion yet! It is an incomplete memoir to say the least.
I certainly see the offense.
That will be in the sequel, Whargarbl.
It has been happening in slow motion for some time now.
I’m sure Mr. Lindell has had his moments where he can substituted for Mr. Pacino at the end of Scarface sitting behind a certain mountain.
Say hello to my Lindell friend!
25 million down.
Well, there’s your problem.
Well Trump sure in hell ain’t gonna pay for any of it. Lindell’s a chump and Trump is the con man.
No more pillow wanters!