Apparently I have a little money launderer on my hands. At best, I've got a kid working out the finer details of a Ponzi scheme.
He'd set up houses on Boardwalk and Park Place and bleed me dry with all his damn rent money. I wound up mortgaging my measly homes on Vermont and Oriental. And that was when I wasn't in jail.
|"Bloody Hell, Wait For Me! |
Wait for your fricking mother!!!"
I don't even know how these things happen....I mean, I get it in theory but really? Really?? I'm over being beaten by my own kid. He's enjoying this way too much.
Gaw, I hate Monopoly.