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Originally Posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
Butt out. Can't you see that I'm white knighting Atticus?
To paraphrase Lt. Weinberg:
They beat up on a weakling, and that's all they did. The rest is just smokefilled coffee-house crap. They tortured and tormented a weaker kid. They didn't like him. So, they mocked his taste in scotch. And why? Because he bragged about fucking his wife.
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It was cruel, and ultimately harmful to the board.
Atticus probably spent three to four hours researching which scotch he should claim he drinks. Got flamed on some single malt chat boards. Made the partners and even the up and coming associates shake their heads at his lack of practical experience. Finally went into the liquor store, told the clerk he was "just looking" and waited until someone he felt looked stylish bought a single malt; then he ran to the parking lot and posted his post-
and for all that work these heartless socks can only mock his "choice?" Query: what motivates Atticus to do the research necessary to compose his next great post?
