Tattoo
 

Uh, I don't believe that Arnie is a jew canuck who attended Yale.

And for all of you newbers, Arnie Becker was an oldskooler. before slave's time.

Addictive game
 

For the record, Michael was very gentle. In fact, I would dare to call him a semi-talented assclown.

Tattoo
 

Gee, paigow. You posted for a full year before me on the old Yahoo Greedy board when you were an old hag law student and I was toiling away in the real world.

Aren't you cool?

Maybe this thought will keep you warm and fuzzy while you sit alone, as always - in your apartment all weekend.

Tattoo
 

"We" who? Everyone is tired of the faux elitist royal references. It's very 1997. i.e. Past. its. sell. by. date.

Plus Everyone knows Str8 is not Arnie. Arnie wasn't Canadian and not 6'4", unless he was standing a box.ster.

Tattoo
 

"We" includes you, Penske.

Tattoo
 

whereas posts purportedly from "everyone" are classics.

Tattoo
 

Everyone knows it, although the megalo-dictator has tried to squash our voice out of fear and ignorance of the ways of the old skool.

Tattoo
 

While I know you take comfort in knowing you are not alone, you have to know that Not Everyone is old skool.

Branding
 

We should link to these two guys:

1.

"Waking up blazing drunk is a scary scene. Waking up blazing drunk in a blazer, tie and Bermuda shorts, on the floor in a room you don't recognize, your cheek drool-glued to a filthy carpet, a strange girl beneath your arm, is even scarier. The immediate stabbing paranoia that accompanies awakening from a heavy drunk seizes your organs. The heart races, the hands grow clammy with sweat, the stomach starts churning, kicking up the remnants of last night's debauchery - an acrid mix of cheap hors d'oerves and gin and tonic sludge - searing your already cigarette corroded esophagus. You stammer to concentrate, to recall how how came to your present nadir, but the mind is not awake. The senses remain dull, the body feels numb. Everything is wrong. You're where you're supposed to be at midnight, but your watch, the sun, the joggers outside, tell you that it's early morning. You'll be a babbling idiot by lunch, sick by dinner, and a cashed shell of yourself by the time cocktail hours resume. You cannot fight fire with fire - the mere smell of a Bloody Mary would only bring a fit a dry heaves. These are the wages of fixing yourself doubles at 4:00 a.m. The next day is wrecked before it begins." - http://philalawyer.blogspot.com/2005...eparation.html

2. "Look at my button down striped shirt! Fucking look at it! This shirt means one thing! I’m coming home with some pussy tonight! That’s right! It’s been a long week at the office and it’s time to blow off a little steam! I am a Junior Vice President! I have business cards that say “Junior Vice President” on them! They’re glossy and magnificent! Here! Have one! Take it!

My boys are coming out with me tonight! They all have striped shirts too! ..." - http://www.thephatphree.com/features...yID=239&Layout

Branding
 

This is not a bad idea. But do we want to open our doors to the unwashed masses (i.e. non-lawyers)?

Tattoo
 

Dude, back off. She's got more Ws in her e-life column than the rest of us combined.

Tattoo
 

I've actually sent three associates here to browse.

They thought it was a weird place.

Tattoo
 

You suffering from "nothing to do when it's snowing outside" as well? Maybe it's time to diddle the Mrs.... See you all on monday.

Tattoo
 

I'm going down to the garage to sit on the cycle and moan. Had it running great three days ago, and now it's all white again. Shit.

Tattoo
 

You and fringey. Sheesh! Don't y'all read Not Bob's posts?