I filed against my former landlord for keeping my deposit without a walk through, violating both the lease and local rental law. I was awarded the value of the deposit, plus 200% by the judge. Since this scofflaw has decided to ignore the court's judgement, I have to serve him again before I can get any discovery of his bank accounts or place a lien on his property. He's had a fence built so process servers can't get to his front door without trespassing. Next step, the servers want to charge me $125/hour to stake out his place. He's now moved out and appears to be living with relatives, so I can't track him down. The burden on the victor can be too high for justice to actually be served.
Apparently those of us viewing it at my house have souls made of sterner stuff. Maybe it just seems enjoyable compared to Seth McFarlane's triple parade of misogyny, but I get more laughs per 22 minutes out of the Simpsons current season than most of what's on television.
Pack up your Galts in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile,
While you've a Lucifer to light your fag,
Smile, boys, that's the style.
What's the use of worrying?
It never was worth while, so
Pack up your Galts in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile.
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The Peter Principle writ large.
I filed against my former landlord for keeping my deposit without a walk through, violating both the lease and local rental law. I was awarded the value of the deposit, plus 200% by the judge. Since this scofflaw has decided to ignore the court's judgement, I have to serve him again before I can get any discovery of his bank accounts or place a lien on his property. He's had a fence built so process servers can't get to his front door without trespassing. Next step, the servers want to charge me $125/hour to stake out his place. He's now moved out and appears to be living with relatives, so I can't track him down. The burden on the victor can be too high for justice to actually be served.
That would be when he was riding bitch behind Jesus on that dinosaur.
Apparently those of us viewing it at my house have souls made of sterner stuff. Maybe it just seems enjoyable compared to Seth McFarlane's triple parade of misogyny, but I get more laughs per 22 minutes out of the Simpsons current season than most of what's on television.
Pack up your Galts in your old kit-bag, And smile, smile, smile, While you've a Lucifer to light your fag, Smile, boys, that's the style. What's the use of worrying? It never was worth while, so Pack up your Galts in your old kit-bag, And smile, smile, smile.
Tarantino has a real talent for plagiarizing, sorry, homaging other peoples' work from the seventies, so I'm sure that it would be full of win.
Between that, discounts on Atlantic and Elektra vinyl, and the corporate game room, I wouldn't have quit back in '82.