And So It Begins
I was feeling good about being a 3Q until Prof. LAPP suddenly yelled, “YOU ARE MY CHILDREN . . . AND I WANT TO DUMP ON YOU.”
(awkward silence)
After leaving the classroom, shocked, scared and confused, I’m left praying the statement was made in reference to an excessive workload.
Regardless, I promised you a Bar Review awhile back and here she comes.
The Liquidated Damages Tour will be holding its inaugural event, this coming Wednesday at the world famous Fred and Wally’s. Located at 210 S. 8th St. this fine establishment is bound to be a wonderfully eclectic mix of class, pizzazz, and tomfoolery.
So put the kids to bed early and come on out. I’m thinking we will be there from 9 – 11. I wouldn’t miss this.
posted by Jon Swanburg @ 7:18 PM
13 comments
13 Comments:
Is it true that Fred and Wally's is owned by federal judges Fred Manske and Walter Smith? I heard that at Scruffy's once.
I'll be sure to ask the batender and get back to you. And on a related note, I once sang karaoke with one of those judges at Scruff's.
do you really think that federal judges would own a biker bar, just because it is across the street from the fed courthouse?
seems reasonable to me.
I'm not missing out on Wednesday karaoke at Scruff's.
Jonathan, I see that you have yet to abandon your juvenile proclivities, and I must say that I am disappointed and slightly taken aback. Regarding your proposed Fred & Wally's appearance, I can assure you that this establishment is most certainly not owned by federal judges. Fred & Wally's is a place to which the lowest castes of Waco society flock. Drugs and prostitution are rampant in the area and the only acceptable business practices within the pub's walls. Vice is the solely governing immoral tenet.
All I have to say is "Hoo-ray".
Now if we can just get Professor Contracts to come and roadie for us, we'll be set.
Baker: Notice I said we were only staying till 11. Now that Scruff's has a three color projector shining on a bed sheet, I wouldn't miss karaoke for the world.
Lorde: That is exaclty what I meant by a wonderfully eclectic mix of class, pizzazz, and tomfoolery.
It's Jeff Manske, dillweed.
Ah, LAPP, there will be many more awkward silences to come. Wait until he starts about three ways that make babies. It'll be fun.
Don't give Manske so much credit by calling him anything other than a "federal MAGISTRATE judge." He already thinks he's hot shit as it is. Don't cheapen Judge Smith's presidential nomination, senate confirmation and lifetime tenure by failing to note the distinction between the hireling and Judge Smith.
And seriously, singing karaoke at Scruffy's? Yet another item to add to the list of Manske's sketchitude.
Damnit I'll be there, but I haven't been practicing Lady in Red for all of finals to NOT sing it tomorrow in front of an audience.
Courthouse Rat,
Crawl back into your hole. Judge Manske is a fine man and a very good judge. People that denigrate magistrate judges because of their non-Article III status make me sick. The fact that they are selected by a merit selection committee--Judge Manske's committee included Professor ConLaw--means that they are often better suited to their offices than district judges. I don't mean to denigrate Judge Smith, who is also an excellent judge, but Judge Manske is terrific.
-B
Post a Comment
<< Home