"Prison guards, they cursed him
As they watched him from above
But they were frightened of his power
They were scared of his love.
Lord, Lord,
So they cut George Jackson down.
Lord, Lord,
They laid him in the ground.
Sometimes I think this whole world
Is one big prison yard.
Some of us are prisoners
The rest of us are guards.
Lord, Lord,
They cut George Jackson down.
Lord, Lord,
They laid him in the ground."
~~~Double Verse Daily Dylan~~~
How do I smack thee around in deposition, let me count the ways? Just spent a good 16 hours writing out questions for direct examination in an upcoming arbitration, and me feels like I got the Motts on this guy. A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down the pants . . . but I digress.
Seriously, the joys of litigating aren't as sexy as the obvious joys of the rodeo clown, but finding the right document out of tens of thousands is a good start. Maybe it was just letting my brain get up some steam and focus some, or maybe it's that spring is most assuredly in the air, but I feel like a three year old colt ready to go round two turns for the first time in the new season. What's interesting this year is that the best 3YO is a filly, Halfbridled. I hope she goes to the Derby and takes on the boys. Boo yah Halfbridled! Anyway, just fluff tonight, dear diary, no pearls of melancholy. Honestly, what a jackass I am some times. Good word, jackass is. Use it more.
This is trash
As they watched him from above
But they were frightened of his power
They were scared of his love.
Lord, Lord,
So they cut George Jackson down.
Lord, Lord,
They laid him in the ground.
Sometimes I think this whole world
Is one big prison yard.
Some of us are prisoners
The rest of us are guards.
Lord, Lord,
They cut George Jackson down.
Lord, Lord,
They laid him in the ground."
~~~Double Verse Daily Dylan~~~
How do I smack thee around in deposition, let me count the ways? Just spent a good 16 hours writing out questions for direct examination in an upcoming arbitration, and me feels like I got the Motts on this guy. A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down the pants . . . but I digress.
Seriously, the joys of litigating aren't as sexy as the obvious joys of the rodeo clown, but finding the right document out of tens of thousands is a good start. Maybe it was just letting my brain get up some steam and focus some, or maybe it's that spring is most assuredly in the air, but I feel like a three year old colt ready to go round two turns for the first time in the new season. What's interesting this year is that the best 3YO is a filly, Halfbridled. I hope she goes to the Derby and takes on the boys. Boo yah Halfbridled! Anyway, just fluff tonight, dear diary, no pearls of melancholy. Honestly, what a jackass I am some times. Good word, jackass is. Use it more.
This is trash
josephene:
Betting against DEI, any of them, for the Daytona 500 isn't a smart move, that would be like me betting for Dale at some place like Martinsville or Bristol. They own the restricter plate races. However, I'm thinking Newman may be in contention as well. He seems to know something about gas millage that no one else does. My bosses son works for Budweiser so he's been bringing me posters and treasures in every day, I have my eye on the card board cut out though...Wow, if the 25 year old me would meet the 28 year old me, she would think I was PATHETIC...or a JACKASS! 