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Sat in the waiting room at the doctor's office for a goddamn hour before it was time to go pick up my daughter, so I had to reschedule. They called my name as I was walking out the door. Groove = scorched.

Conversely, my shoulder surgeon saw me almost immediately, gave me a steroid injection on my other bad shoulder and instead of the pain going away, it got much worse.

Just found out that my 23-4 yr old nephew is in the process of Packing up my Dead beat sister and Moving her and her Other 2 sons Closer to him so he can take of them

I got a subpoena a few weeks ago, and today was the dude's trial. I showed up at the courthouse to testify, but didn't have to. The bad guy didn't realize that I and another witness were going to be testifying against him, and when he learned that, he entered a guilty plea. I'm not sure what the charge is. I never had to set foot in the courtroom.

They will sentence him in a month, and he may be going back to jail.

I'm glad it worked out this way. So this really belongs in the making me happy thread. To top it all off, I learned that I don't have to use leave. My employer will treat this like jury duty and pay me, since I was subpoenaed.

Mona Lisa Vito: Don't you wanna know why Trotter gave you his files?
Vinny Gambini: I told you why already.
Mona Lisa Vito: He has to, by law, you're entitled. It's called disclosure, you dickhead! He has to show you everything, otherwise it could be a mistrial. He has to give you a list of all his witnesses, you can talk to all his witnesses, he's not allowed any surprises.
[Vinny has a blank look on his face]
Mona Lisa Vito: They didn't teach you that in law school either?

Maybe his public defender wasn't sharing that info with him, or didn't look at the case file until the morning.

Ugh. You know it's winter when you give up on the lotions and just start applying the tube of chapstick directly to your knuckles.

tried bag balm?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bag_Balm

quickbooks.

Why do people who own really loud motorcycles have to rev them up over and over before they finally get going on them? There are a few in my neighborhood and they scorch my groove regularly. There's one who likes to race his bike at night back and forth down my street - I'm getting the feeling that maybe he doesn't have license for it. Are these people not aware of how much they are irritating their neighbors? I'm thinking that they are really just showing off. "Hey! Look how loud my bike is! Am I tough or what!"

Because they want you to come out and watch them and notice just how large their package is.

Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain,Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain, etc :thepain:

Why do little shorts-sprayin' geek boys put something on their car that makes the car sound like a really old crappy Moped? They oughta just put playing cards in the spokes.

It's a younger version of look at me look at me (see Pico's post above) attention whoring for those even less mature than the old and hairy attention whores. It all amounts to this :jagoff: (with a pinch of stupidity and a modicum of hillbilly and a need for something to compensate for a tiny penis.)

not "scorching" exactly... drowning is closer... ugh.