Just had drinks with another lawyer who is also laid off.
(Oh, did I not mention I was a lawyer? Hellz yes.
It gets worse: trial lawyer.
Yeah, that's right. Me and John Edwards.
But I never knocked up a campaign aide. Honest Injun.
[beat]
My chief of staff did take the heat for me once, though. It was just an off-color joke I made about the death of Nell Carter. He covered for me saying I felt sorry for the pallbearers.
Ancient history.)
Anyway, fellow laid-off lawyer and his fiancée just got a cat. A fucking cat. Dude, BC, I love you, but that's lame. You lost your job, not your balls. Just watch reruns of the Golden Girls and don't shave for a few weeks like the rest of us.
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