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Unfortunately there is no known cure for a law degree.
Mrs Lawman - "Lawman, getting close to dinner time, what do you want?"
Lawman - "You're Mother?! Oh no, not again."
Mrs Lawman - "No Lawman, I simply want to know what you want for dinner?!"
Lawman - "Oh, sorry, I misunderstood. Yeah that color will look nice in the bathroom."
Mrs Lawman - "<sigh> LAWMAN, WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR DINNER?!"
Lawman - "What?! Another car, I just bought you one last month."
Mrs Lawman - "<Grrrr> LAWMAN, I'll only ask one more time, what do you want for dinner?! And if you don't tell me this time you're in the doghouse!"
Lawman - "What? I don't understand. Gosh, that degree musn't be doin' much good if you can't make yourself understood. BTW, I was thinking of taking you out tonight. What do you want for dinner?"
Mrs Lawman - "ARRRRGGGGHHHH!"
Lawman limps away wearing various pieces of wood and metal that used to resemble a guitar, muttering "Wa'd I say?"
Please note, no actual Guitars were harmed in the production of this message.
Onya
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