I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:
The Kelo decision!
Our local bar association puts on a revue. A few of our lawyers can actually dance and sing and act, but most can't, they just think they can.
When we had to record some PSAs, the engineers were tearing out their hair because of all the retakes. Thank heavens I have music recording experience, I got to leave early . . . .
For a scarier ghost they should have went with Ruth Ginsberg. In the buff.
Regardless of how well he does, tell him he stinks so he doesn’t get ideas about a new career and give Obama yet another pick.