Our lawyer is so effective that all he has to do is call the Brat Pack of (state name deleted to protect the innocent) and say "Hi, I'm..." and they instantly go out of business. He wishes them luck and hangs up. He starts dialing the number for the Brat Pack of (state name deleted to protect the innocent,) and before he gets to the last digit, they call HIM and start apologizing for not changing their name several months ago when they promised Jesse Van Halen they would change their name (after they asked if they could use our logo, website, identity, and underarmor and were told, "Um, not really.") Our lawyer has the magic touch. And a very cool car.
Screech's lawyer, on the other hand, is a meanie over in New York and doesn't return his calls and says "don't worry" until THE MAN comes to foreclose on Screech's house and now he has to get Howard Stern to kick everyone's ass because Howard is more powerful than all the lawyers in the world put together. Except for ours.
2 comments:
You really need to get a grip.
Why's that?
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