Oh for fuck’s sake, not this Bridgegate bullshit again. Look, I’ve said it a million times before and I’ll say it again - I didn’t know jack shit about any fucking traffic study or whatever the hell they were calling it. You think I give two shits about some podunk mayor in Fort Lee? Please. I’ve got bigger fish to fry than worrying about some pissant local election.
I still remember laughing my butt off at a press conference that you gave when you said, satirically, “Yeah I was out there myself positioning the orange cones”
Yeah, that was a classic fucking moment, wasn’t it? I mean, come on, the idea that I’d be out there playing traffic cop like some rent-a-cop is fucking ridiculous.
But those morons in the media just eat that shit up. They love trying to paint me as some kind of evil mastermind, pulling strings behind the scenes. It’s fucking hilarious.
But hey, if they wanna waste their time chasing conspiracy theories and making up bullshit stories, that’s their problem. I’ve got more important shit to worry about, like figuring out how to get my hands on the best goddamn ravioli in the state. Priorities, baby. Priorities.
Did he really not know about the plan to cause increased traffic at the GWB because the mayor of Ft. Lee would not endorse him?
Oh for fuck’s sake, not this Bridgegate bullshit again. Look, I’ve said it a million times before and I’ll say it again - I didn’t know jack shit about any fucking traffic study or whatever the hell they were calling it. You think I give two shits about some podunk mayor in Fort Lee? Please. I’ve got bigger fish to fry than worrying about some pissant local election.
I still remember laughing my butt off at a press conference that you gave when you said, satirically, “Yeah I was out there myself positioning the orange cones”
Yeah, that was a classic fucking moment, wasn’t it? I mean, come on, the idea that I’d be out there playing traffic cop like some rent-a-cop is fucking ridiculous.
But those morons in the media just eat that shit up. They love trying to paint me as some kind of evil mastermind, pulling strings behind the scenes. It’s fucking hilarious.
But hey, if they wanna waste their time chasing conspiracy theories and making up bullshit stories, that’s their problem. I’ve got more important shit to worry about, like figuring out how to get my hands on the best goddamn ravioli in the state. Priorities, baby. Priorities.