Of Course There Was a Comma in “I Want a Lawyer Dog”
No, not between “I” and “Want a Lawyer Dog,” as if he were referring to himself, Mr. Want a Lawyer Dog. Please try to take this more seriously. Dog.
No, not between “I” and “Want a Lawyer Dog,” as if he were referring to himself, Mr. Want a Lawyer Dog. Please try to take this more seriously. Dog.
Scarier than The Exorcist!
Well, funnier than The Exorcist, at least.
Her hair is diabolically, but also genetically, brown.
Give him the music, not a ticket.
Authorities are still searching for the culprits here, who surprisingly survived.
“I have reached a decision that I shall now explain … for the next 17 hours.”
Yet another answer to a legal question you didn’t know you had.
In this edition: an update on canoeing under the influence, an update on hooting laws, an update on Michael Grimm, and a “field test” for drugs that had trouble distinguishing between meth and donut frosting.
Dejected, off he trudged with a 150-euro ticket clutched in his pectoral fin.
Turns out those who suggested in March (me, for example) that the officers were “probably in some trouble” here were right.