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Where does the good go

So…

I would send this to my mother as a joke, but I’m pretty sure she would slap me right upside the head on principle.

2 Responses to “So…”

  1. Pearatty Says:

    That story reminds me of a creative writing assignment I once had: write a story where the dialog tells you more about the person speaking, than the person or thing they’re talking about.

    Holy cow, I want to show your mom that story, then drive her to Illinois so she can slap those two ingrates upside the head. Then I want to represent that mom for free, and get Rule 11 damages against her asshole ex-husband who filed the frivolous-ass lawsuit. That man should be reported to the bar and lose his license for abusing it this way. “He only filed the case after much legal research and trying to talk his kids out of it”??!! Um, you know how to keep from filing a case you think isn’t meritorious? You tell the client, “no, I’m not filing that lawsuit, it’s dumb”. If that judge doesn’t give that poor woman punitive damages so she can go adopt some nice grateful Somalian baby to take care of her in her old age, well, I don’t know what.

  2. Dawn Summers Says:

    Hahaha you just better buy Wygant every toy he wants! His Aunt Dawn will SO file suit on his behalf! :)

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