A Club, Eni, A Canal, Lanacaine, Bulca

Because writing is one of the four major arts, I have decided to be very cautious and choosy about each word that I make usage out of. This endeavor makes writing much maximum tediousness. But out of course, not all of writing is about using the fanciest and most exquisite sounding phrases of tongue. Which is why G-d invented slang. Here is some club slang I have most of recently come asunder:

Breakdunce: This is a person who break-dances with a fancy-ish hat.

Bowdlerize: To bowl her eyes out (make-out).

Bunch-up: When everyone bunches up together so they can do drugs in secrecy. Usual illegal.

Bunch-up (2): When a thong becomes not a thong.

I just realized that whenever I see a reasonably small number in parentheses I get excited because I think it means I have new gmails.

Complications

One of my lawyers dresses so badly that I had to fire him on the spot. This caused a big problem because the other lawyer is his wife, and she was not happy about watching her husband get fired so quickly, and probably not happy that her husband dresses like that. At the same time I made my point that I would not tolerate anything but the best from her and she probably had an inward blush, thinking, "Wow, now I am better than my husband professionally, despite all of the big-time prejudices that exist in this push-and-shove world of corporate law." Needless to say, this whole incident put a HUGE dent in the efficacy of the legal process I am participating in. Am I regretful of my decision? Was I too rash and now I have to pay for my actions in valuable time and less money than I was going to pay before? No. I stood up for my fundamental belief in what people should be wearing at all times. That is what this lawsuit has been about from the very beginning.

QUIK QUIZ:

Did you even remember that I was hiring lawyers?