Ok, here goes the "connection" I have to James Gandolfini, (Tony Soprano). Several years ago I dated this single mom, a pharmacist, originally from Livingston, New Jersey, who migrated to my neck of the woods in Jackson, (NJ). Turns out, they, James & my then girlfriend, both went to Rutgers University together, he, coming from a wealthy family somewhere up in northern NJ. He was dating a mutual friend of theirs who got killed in a car accident. She felt so bad for the guy they began sleeping together but drifted apart soon thereafter. He mentioned casually to her at the time he was thinking about going into acting but was majoring in something totally different. She showed me pictures of him on the beach with a full head of hair and a good physique. And now you know the rest of the story! Go figure!
Sure wish I could pay you to do this job with me buddy!
Get this one! I called this local plumber to give me a price on the job so he says he charges $50 to have a look & if I decide to have him do the job he knocks off the 50 bucks. So I ask him for a ballpark figure which naturally he can't do. The way I see it he pops by when he's in the area, gives me an outrageously high price, makes himself a quick 50 for a 10 minute coffee break. What do you think?