(07-26-2019 11:14 AM)Def Berkkat Wrote: If it were up to me, a Tony Soprano looking guy would be standing in the exit smacking a tire iron in his hand saying "Dat'll be seventeen million... please."
Whatever happened to that 27 month notice crap??? Contracts mean nothing now days.
All you have to do is trot in a couple carpet bagger attorneys and threaten to drag things out in court for a decade.
Loser pays. That would fix it.
Hey Moose, Rocco... Help the judge find his checkbook!