It is apparent that the Donald had chosen to run and hide
and not accept my offer. Or, at least,
he has not stood up and been a man and contacted me.
Now I find that Mark Cuban has outbid me—although for
Trump’s hair and not his records as I requested—and I am afraid my offer will
fade into history much as the aroma of a proverbial fart is dispersed by a proverbial whirlwind.
I guess the guys with the serious scratch can leap over my
paltry offer as if it were not there at all.
That is the way it always goes when the guy who represents
the 99 percentile goes up against the one-per centers.
Since I am relatively sure that the Donald is not going to
lose his hair over this bet, I would like to inform Mr. Cuban that he can have
my somewhat abbreviated hair and I will take an offer of ten percent of what he
is offering Mr. Trump.
Here is a chance to see the rest of my scalp that is not
already visible. It is an offer that you
just don’t want to pass up.
I will look forward to hearing from Mr. Cuban.
Jimbo
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