The saying originated in the western mining town of Sheldon, New Mexico.
During the late 1800’s a prominent family headed by patriarch, Robert Rhatt, developed a new breeding method for mules which flooded the market in the town and surrounding areas.
An unfortunate side effect was mental retardation among the brood. Never-the-less, the livestock still served it purpose and sold well.
Donkey prices reached historic lows. The animal was so affordable that they would often be used for target practice after heavy drinking binges or as “company” for undesirables.
At first, the term was “I wouldn’t pay a Rhatts Ass…” referencing the mentally challenged mules pioneered by the eminent family. However, it evolved into today’s more common (miss)usage after the mining town was overwhelmed and ultimately destroyed due to an unknown disease in 1903.
Everyone wants their dreams to come true. Well, I don’t.
If my dreams came true, the world would be a very, very strange place.
Suddenly Matt Damon shows up on Segway and battles it out with Vik Sohal who’s riding a giant pygmy hippo that shoots lasers out of its eyes. And my car turns into a giant Dorito, so I eat it. And then I get married to my Natalie Portman action figure who turns out to be a talking giraffe in disguise. Too late, we’ve already made Zero-giraffe babies!