It's the confidentiality bit. Like right now I know a secret. And it's gonna hit the national newspapers when it happens. Maybe international I dunno. And everyone's gonna be like, finally. About time. And I'm not even gonna confirm that was the secret I've been sitting on this whole time.
If you hate being a lawyer then you should just tell us so you can get disbarred and start a new career.
You're representing Dayton Kitchens in his latest hit and run case? I'm sorry man. We do what we gotta do for money sometimes.
Cool story, bro. I've read e-mails from our current Secretary of Defense that predicted how things would unfold in Iraq, years before they did. Imagine my joy every time something new happened in Iraq that I couldn't say anything about.
He should stay in the closet as even the horniest faggot wouldn't fuck him with dayton's duck and dim bulb pushing.
THEY FOUND MY WRIST WATCH? Man I loved that watch. No shit, there I was......Iraq 2003. I stood in line for hours waiting to get into the PX when it opened in Balad Iraq. Then I stood in line for hours waiting at the checkout line. My last day "in country" I was in a big tent watching Apocalypse Now Redux when the lights started shorting out & caught on fire. In the hasty mass exit my watch got torn off and trampled into the sand. Oh, the horror.....the horror..... We had to get on the plane shortly after that so I never had time to search for it. And side-note when we got back to the real world somehow I forgot to pack (I guess who knows?) two music CD's that I only got to listen to a couple of times! So what do ya'll think? Do I meet the criteria for a "therapy Nile crocodile" to calm me down and improve my quality of life?
I'm going to go with something from the whole sex harassment meltdown in Hollywood that started with Weinstein.