Mark loves to accuse others of “living off another man’s dime.”

Cute, really—because if we’re talking finances, that dime is about the only shred of currency he’s ever claimed to have in his pocket in court proceedings. Child support? Contempt. Medical bills? Ignored. Even the cost of a baseball uniform—left to others to cover. But sure, Mark, tell us again about how you’re supporting the world on your ten-cent fortune.

But let’s really break this down:

• Did you find that dime in the Bremer’s couch while you were crashing there between rants and restraining orders?
• Or did you lose it while skulking around stalking Tori, conveniently overlooking the fact that Gustav might be the one “living off that dime” now?
• Maybe it wasn’t even your dime to begin with—just a coin lifted from a kid’s piggy bank or from the offering plate you like to preach about.

Either way, Mark, if your entire financial clout can be reduced to pocket lint and a single coin, you might want to sit this one out. Because accusing others of “living off another man’s dime” when you’ve failed to pay your own way for years is like bragging about your Ferrari while pedaling a rusted Schwinn.

The world already knows: The Dime Dynasty™ is a one-man show. And the star? A guy who can’t even keep track of his own couch-cushion currency.