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Instead of going anywhere near a bicycle on the one (1) day a week I’ve been able to carve out the time to actually do so; I am instead sitting around with a cold and a pile of text books. One of my sister’s kids was sick last week, as was my sister come to think of it. My kids and her kids go to the same daycare. Which, incidentally is horribly inconvenient in terms of drive time and our current finances, but, it’s only her kids and my kids – which is really cool. You just can’t put a dollar amount on something like that. Anyway, she’s sick, they’re sick, we’re all sick. I guess all the late nights wading through tort theory and civil procedure weren’t exactly doing any favors for my immune systems and its resiliency against the countless millions of microscopic airborne pathogens that cover my daughter like a blanket every day as she fights with her cousin for toys and such.
Good times.
Well, here I am. Call it a study break. Call it a lifeline to sanity. Call it delaying the inevitable briefing of Whitten v. Greely Shaw I’m about to jump in to.
Maybe after lunch….
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Whitten v. Greeley Shaw? Nice reference–make a deal for your strange on the side not to call you at work.
oh man. drunklitigator.com? laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame.
Does the world need another lawyer? Why not got to school to be a teacher instead.
Sure does sound like a hell of time. I’m still down with this damn tube in my back doing some statistics for geographers and crystallography work. What a glorious day! Seems the only excitement I get anymore is when I get to empty out this bag of shit draining out of my kidney. Its cool though, they’re repositioning it in there on tuesday so I get to keep it for at least another week after that, I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have this damn thing to keep me busy, makes me wonder how I lived before. I might need a lawyer after all this to represent me after I kick my fuckin’ doctor’s ass.
Love Always,
bg and bag.
KG~
Did you know my undergrad is in elementary education?
Just get the legal chops under your belt and a bit more “real world” experience. Then run for office- seriously.
jesus, KG!!! you are the swollen toe of drunkcyclist. I’d say the world doesn’t need another one of you, but it’s too late. dudes like you come a dime a dozen. at least you provide simpletons like me with easy material.
jonny for office? now THAT would be something…..
You should be able to still drink. knock those bugs down with some good hard whishey followed by a 3 martini lunch.
Shamu~
I’m with ya all the way on the case description. Eight years of sideline trim! And he stuck her with the house note! But what am I supposed to say if called upon in class to share my brief? That this guy is my all time king hell fucking hero? That I expect nothing less from the Husky Midget?
So, I pulled this out of my ass instead: Does objective manifestation of assent on each side of an agreement, in this case supported by the “stated” consideration of D not to call P with prior permission, constitute a “promise”? And, if this promise was not bargained for by P, and not given in exchange for his promise, can it constitute the consideration necessary to form a contract? No. A performance or return promise must be bargained for to constitute consideration for a promise.
Jesus. Listen to me….
Now we need a contest for BJ’s campaign slogan.
“A beer in every hand and pink bike in every garage” ??
Of course if he ever did run for office, that nasty pix of his nuts would be center stage for ever and a day. I don’t think we want that do we ??
So BJ’s slogan should be: “No, I can’t”
My election platform will consist of three word:
Stop. No. & Don’t.
“If drafted, I will not run; if nominated, I will not accept; if elected, I will not serve.” — william T. sherman
“Stop. No. & Don’t.” — my prom date
oh. and big jonny.
We need BJ as a city attorney that won’t be afraid to prosecute these fucking cyclist and pedestrian killers. Just because someone had a hard day at work or whatever doesn’t mean they should be excused for an “accident”.
Anyone who even so much as threatens a person with their auto should have their license revoked. We all know this country isn’t truly free anyway, so we need to start taking this liberty.
What better way to reduce our dependency on petrol?
Jesus, why do people have to bring up the picture of BJ’s balls. Every time I think I might have recovered from the mental trauma… Now I want to gouge my eyes out again…
…juan grande…you say all that like you didn’t find some time to watch the eagles win their first game of the year…
…& el jefe…i wanted to say props to you on your very informative & astute political renderings regarding the rnc column…i worked two 13hr & one 12hr shift on thur, fri, saturday & i was so fried all i could do was peruse & go “yep, yep, yep” in response…
…besides…you’re better informed & quite eloquent in stating the facts…i tend to be a little more slash n’ burn when i read & respond to the oft times anal/cranial inversions that grace these ‘submit comments’ pages at times…
Yo, when this thread gonna die?
Really we just need a few more comments on Fail and then we’ll have beaten Jonny’s balls… Wait that came out wrong… I mean for most comments…
“jesus, KG!!! you are the swollen toe of drunkcyclist. I’d say the world doesn’t need another one of you, but it’s too late. dudes like you come a dime a dozen. at least you provide simpletons like me with easy material.”
So the world needs more lawyers and not teachers?
Really?
BJ, did you ever try to go into teaching? It’s quite a rewarding profession. Not money wise, but I think you can find more days where you were glad you went to work in a classroom than in a law office. Plus, it gives you a lot of time to spend with the family.
No. I never taught. Four days after I walked through graduation I took a one way flight east. That night I was standing in a parking lot in Pittsburgh trying to sort out eight beat up bikes and gluing on sewups while Roberto Gaggioli did donuts in a rental car. After that summer I went to work in a bike shop. For nearly the same money as they offered me to teach.
I have never looked back on that decision.
You didn’t? Shit, Roberto can pretty much S my D.
I went from college to bike shop to teaching. Now I just hang out at the bike shop wrench on the occasional bike but don’t get paid.