You win.
When you put on the Santa suit, spark up the flamethrower and start shooting children in the face, setting in motion an event that culminates in a blood-soaked inferno, you've pretty much nullified the "feel sorry for me because I got screwed in the divorce" argument.
“When you put on the Santa suit, spark up the flamethrower and start shooting children in the face, setting in motion an event that culminates in a blood-soaked inferno, you’ve pretty much nullified the “feel sorry for me because I got screwed in the divorce” argument.”
Indeed.
The $17 grand and plane tickets don’t help his case either.
I’m wondering if maybe brother is very thankful he didn’t happen to be home?