I laughed so hard I woke up the kid. Can anyone tell me whether I should sue Vinyl Turnip, Jamiemcgarry, or the gym?
Ronnie Coleman said that, it still holds true today.
My dungeon is not wheelchair accessible. If I kept wheelchair-bound Hungarians down there I would have to walk ALL THE WAY DOWNSTAIRS and back up again when I wanted to slap someone. That’s like a thousand steps each way. Not gonna happen. And no, I’m not putting in an elevator. That’s just stupid.
In sum: the disabled are NOT welcome as prisoners in my dungeons, victims in my torture rooms, or test subjects in my vivesection laboratories. Anyone who feels this is wrong can bite me.
Vinyl Turnip for pain and suffering relating to getting the kid back to sleep, Jamie for loss of fortitude and inability to focus on anything else now (short term PTSD, if you will) and leave the gym out of it ENTIRELY.
Seeing “friends” in quotes like that had me imagining all his facebook buddies were really sock puppets.
Bri2k
< taking notes > Cool. It doesn’t work, you’re next on the list.
So no toothless, either?
You may ALSO bite my shiny robot ass. 
It seems like the wheelchair bound would be the easiest to keep in that situation, what with all those stairs.
But they can’t come upstairs for my amusement. They have to be dragged. Henchmen cost money, you hippie. And yeah, I figure jamie’ll be here in a second threatening to sue.
Sometimes I’ve called my Paxil my “happy pills”.
If I ever had to have a handicapped license plate, I would so go with this.
Using Jamie’s logic, you should sue the kid.
I hope you don’t sue your own counsel! 
Anyways, some handi-capable guy gave me a dirty look sixteen years ago. Do I 1) hunt him down for bloodsport or 2) let it go and get on with my life?
You can tell I’m leaning hard on #1.
Sue him for infringing your right to not receive dirty looks, obviously. How are you supposed to inspire random passers-by with your courage and physical ability while being on the receiving end of dirty looks?
Wouldn’t that be a knitting needle instead of a cane? (Yes, I really reached for that one; however, I didn’t need to shame/embarrass/harass/threaten to sue anyone to help me reach.)
I hate you. I now have an earworm.
My late friend Harold, a paraplegic, would occasionally get muscle spasms and fall out of his wheelchair. The first time I was with him when this happened, I was horrified and knelt down beside him to see if he was ok. He whispered “Hire the handicapped, it’s fun to watch them work.” Harold was incredibly intelligent, funny, and had a substance abuse problem. He throughly disabused me of the notion that having a wheelchair magically confers sainthood.
Jamie, you might want to look over the paperwork with your settlement. They usually contain language where you agree to stop alleging malpractice in exchange for the cash. Not always, though, so you might want to check.
Earworm also :mad:
There can be only one solution: class action suit against Joe Cocker and Jennifer Warnes!
I always advise the most violent course of action.
I like this site’s name. I’m sure it would get the politically correct people out there all hot and bothered, which of course is why I think it is such a good name! 