Please wish our little jewelry-debt piglet a fond and prolonged farewell, Wonketteers. Used to be that a satchel of Austrian Philharmonikers, the kind sold on Fox to unwitting olds, would appear by magick on Newt's doorstep every morning, like clockwork. Newt would then exchange these coins for goods and services -- often campaign-related! -- in furtherance of his
laughing now.
:::DB looks around...leans over to teebob's ear:::
Not really.
"Wow...how Rovian", he said admiringly.
I bet Newt's a baker cuz he kneads the dough.
(I'm sorry)
Awwwww... :-(
(but yeah...I deserved that. I'm only leaving the post up as a warning for future generations.)
Plus Newt can't cross his legs.