We’re both talking about the American court system, right?
Sorry, Pirate. I’m mostly amused by your apparent relationship to the comic book version, who has the ability to induce emotions in other people by changing the expression on his mask.
I see your name, and I can’t help but think if the comic book version’s abilities would be considered trolling or not. Interesting character, getting a lot of work these days.
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So you do say you’re a lawyer?
Well, see, to get the full benefit of preview, you have to actually reread what you just wrote. Try that next time.
He didn’t say he passed the bar.
Maybe that’s his problem. Next time, walked passed the bar, then post.
Well if he ever does, I hope I’m not there. Youch.
I thought that my reliance upon the stated data in drawing pharmacological conclusions implied that my performance on the occasion of the bar exam, whilst impaired, was nonetheless not so impaired as to remder my work product inadequate for the (admittedly loose standa rds of the Bar Examiners. As I recollect, fully 28% of those taking the exam in that cohort passed, so how hard could it have been?
I suppose I could have been saying that today’s dope is so good, if I had been smoking that I couldn’t even have found the room they were giving the exam in (I took no chances–stayed in the hotel itself, wisely…).
But no, in fact, I found the room, managed to plug in my selectric (we’re talking legacy word processing here) slipped out to the bathroom for a toke from tiome to time and passed.
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No, I meant the iraqi court which is trying saddam.
I don’t know nothin’ bout no parking tickets.
Oh. 'Cuz I was talking about the American court system.
I’m hoping that’s because they won’t let you drive.
Or, there was some bitchin’ acid going around that day and the whole thing was a fantasy. Which might explain why the selectric was whispering the answers to you and the test proctor was a unicorn.
My theory is, he was bitten by a radioactive thesaurus.
My theory is that he is thin at one end, much much thicker in the middle, and then thin again at the far end.
Markus? Is that you?
Please.
they are straight, fat, king zigs(-two papers, preserving the vital resin to kindling ratio.)
Ya know, its funny you should say that.
Now, let me say, categorically, I did not take any acid for the weekend of the bar, nor, for that matter, the two we,…the week before.
That said, I won the book award in Bankruptcy from Steve Reisenfeld with a final exam that was, in fact, informed (as it were) by more than the whiff of ergot.
Mr. goth, I do have to say that you’re handling this pitting exceptionally well and coming off, at least from over here, as a good sport. I’ve never minded reading your posts in that meandering-over-vocabulary-and-thesaurus way that you have, because you’re actually amusing with it. And I can see some of myself there too. 
So, in the spirit that you seem to be taking this (as constructive – I hope you don’t mind the free advice), just hang in there and every time you decide to post re-read what you’ve written and edit it down for clarity. Then do it again and again. I’m thinking on about the fourth pass you should be good to go.
Good luck.
~faithfool the long-winded rambler
well, Iwasn’t going to go that far, but I will try and EITHER have a light on OR wear reading glasses, 'cause sometimes when I do actually see the letters I’ve hit they are like, a whole digit to the left or right.