Because this guy is just too stupid to live and certainly cannot be allowed to pollute the gene pool. His only role in life is as Hound fodder
Hey scum. Well done, you’ve gone out for a night and got yourself arrested AGAIN. I have represented your sorry hide six times in the past and my colleague twice more in offences ranging from assault to ABH to sexual harassment and molestation to drug charges and beyond. I don’t know if you’re lucky enough or the world is just that unlucky that your father is rolling in it (actually, your parents are nice, polite, thoughtful people – I can only assume you are the result of some bad genetic experimentation gone wrong, or that your doting mother didn’t say ‘no’ nearly often enough).
So you call our office to let it be known you are now incarcerated – oh and that you tried to nut a policeman (pass the haddock please… if he tries to claim police brutality because his head hurts I may have to batter him). My colleague is dispatched – yes, because we’re one of those wonderful law firms that has a lawyer on tap any hour of the day or night – aren’t we saintly? Because we all know if you didn’t get a lawyer NOW you would have an interview without one because you want to go home and daddy will sort it out anyway, then you’ll lose your temper or what is left of your sanity in the interview and confess to raping the Queen or something then there will be no choice but to unleash the Hounds.
Now I get a phone call. Apparently you have taken issue with my colleague (perhaps because she has less patience with wastes of skin and is a much quicker to slap you upside the head with a haddock for wasting her time). You want me. (Actually, no, as it turns out you can’t work with my colleague because you made a pass at her and woudn't stop. You made a pass at your lawyer while in a police station – I have not the words. The Hounds will have to speak for me. She told you exactly what to do with your grubby little mind – and several other body parts - in no uncertain terms and now you’re sulking with her.)
Now, I am actually out for the night. I am enjoying my free time. I am enjoying not being on call. I am drinking copious amounts of alcohol and ignoring my bruised ribs. But, saint that I am, I actually go to the police station as soon as I can (the fact that the night out was an even bigger waste of my time and energy is besides the point), not even going home to change first since Scum was apparently about to try and leave and “kick the head in of any copper who tries to stop him.” Good luck with that. Thge police are out of haddocks to stop you so they'll have to use truncheons instead - I hope one remembers to vidieo it for me.
So I arrive. Scum is not grateful of my giving up my free time, nor is he grateful for me having to play lawyer in front of police while dressed for a night out (oh, I’m not going to forget that in a hurry, no way those police will let me). Scum is kicking up a fuss and demanding to leave (the concept of being under arrest is apparently beyond him, al,ong with personal hygiene and the word "no" coming from a woman). The police fear they may have to restrain him (which is fine by me, they can hold him, I’ll batter him). He’s going to give an interview anyway just so he can get out of there. Apparently he’s already said “fine me and give dad the bill so I can get the fuck out of here.” Such a charming young man. Let us hope he is castrated by a rabid Hound so that he never breeds.
You know what’s depressing? Beyond the fact that this guy just isn’t dead, that is? He’s going to get off. Daddy’s money will tell, charges will be dropped and scum will be on the street again.
Hey scum. Well done, you’ve gone out for a night and got yourself arrested AGAIN. I have represented your sorry hide six times in the past and my colleague twice more in offences ranging from assault to ABH to sexual harassment and molestation to drug charges and beyond. I don’t know if you’re lucky enough or the world is just that unlucky that your father is rolling in it (actually, your parents are nice, polite, thoughtful people – I can only assume you are the result of some bad genetic experimentation gone wrong, or that your doting mother didn’t say ‘no’ nearly often enough).
So you call our office to let it be known you are now incarcerated – oh and that you tried to nut a policeman (pass the haddock please… if he tries to claim police brutality because his head hurts I may have to batter him). My colleague is dispatched – yes, because we’re one of those wonderful law firms that has a lawyer on tap any hour of the day or night – aren’t we saintly? Because we all know if you didn’t get a lawyer NOW you would have an interview without one because you want to go home and daddy will sort it out anyway, then you’ll lose your temper or what is left of your sanity in the interview and confess to raping the Queen or something then there will be no choice but to unleash the Hounds.
Now I get a phone call. Apparently you have taken issue with my colleague (perhaps because she has less patience with wastes of skin and is a much quicker to slap you upside the head with a haddock for wasting her time). You want me. (Actually, no, as it turns out you can’t work with my colleague because you made a pass at her and woudn't stop. You made a pass at your lawyer while in a police station – I have not the words. The Hounds will have to speak for me. She told you exactly what to do with your grubby little mind – and several other body parts - in no uncertain terms and now you’re sulking with her.)
Now, I am actually out for the night. I am enjoying my free time. I am enjoying not being on call. I am drinking copious amounts of alcohol and ignoring my bruised ribs. But, saint that I am, I actually go to the police station as soon as I can (the fact that the night out was an even bigger waste of my time and energy is besides the point), not even going home to change first since Scum was apparently about to try and leave and “kick the head in of any copper who tries to stop him.” Good luck with that. Thge police are out of haddocks to stop you so they'll have to use truncheons instead - I hope one remembers to vidieo it for me.
So I arrive. Scum is not grateful of my giving up my free time, nor is he grateful for me having to play lawyer in front of police while dressed for a night out (oh, I’m not going to forget that in a hurry, no way those police will let me). Scum is kicking up a fuss and demanding to leave (the concept of being under arrest is apparently beyond him, al,ong with personal hygiene and the word "no" coming from a woman). The police fear they may have to restrain him (which is fine by me, they can hold him, I’ll batter him). He’s going to give an interview anyway just so he can get out of there. Apparently he’s already said “fine me and give dad the bill so I can get the fuck out of here.” Such a charming young man. Let us hope he is castrated by a rabid Hound so that he never breeds.
You know what’s depressing? Beyond the fact that this guy just isn’t dead, that is? He’s going to get off. Daddy’s money will tell, charges will be dropped and scum will be on the street again.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 02:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 03:07 pm (UTC)You're English, and you're battering people with haddock...
Slight reversal there, wot?
Or maybe that was the point, and I've just missed it all this time being dense.
-K
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 03:28 pm (UTC)But I digress.
What I meant to say was: I do not have an icon sufficiently boggled for the situation at hand, so I will simply have to resort to emoticons.
O_O
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 03:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 03:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 03:46 pm (UTC)Tell me, have you ever had a talk with the father? Are allowed to do so, advising him that the chances of you being able to assist him are getting slimmer and slimmer?
I am assuming that's mostly impossible, but it bears asking.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 03:49 pm (UTC)He's bringing the dumb to a whole new level. *headdesk*
My friends and I were actually having a debate the other night over whether millionaires and other obscenely rich folk are actually capable of having polite, non-spoiled children. I think it's possible, just because I do want to believe the best of people, but I'm going to have to stop watching My Super Sweet Sixteen if I want to maintain that belief.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 04:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 06:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 06:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 06:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 06:44 pm (UTC)intended reversal, if not I would have just said "clubbed with fish"
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 06:46 pm (UTC)Seriously. I watch that and think
1. how insanely stupid some of their ideas are
2. how horrible they will be about their weddings
3. they should have some guy parties on that show
4. all the better ways I could spend that much money.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 06:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 06:51 pm (UTC)agreed, no-one could produce an icon of such bogglingness.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 06:51 pm (UTC)And you know, I don't think I know a single person (in real life) who had a super big party for their sweet sixteen. Or got a car. Especially no one who got a car.
[Nice icon, by the way. ^^]
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 06:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 06:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 07:02 pm (UTC)I think it is possible - but only if they realise that their many many millions and their spawn should never be brought together
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 07:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 07:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 07:06 pm (UTC)I was watching Hogan Knows Best last night (and OMG do I need to turn off the TV and do some damn work) and his kids actually don't seem too bad. A bit spoiled, yeah, but I've seen so much worse.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 07:19 pm (UTC)I like your icon, too.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 07:43 pm (UTC)My hair was loose, my shirt... rather tight and gappy black silk, all shiny and embroidered. The trousers were on the tight side.
And lots of glittery gold.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 07:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 07:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 08:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 08:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 08:28 pm (UTC)Eyes-still-closed kitten boggles as best he can!
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 08:52 pm (UTC)....can you drop totems too...? Sorry... ^^ Now I'm being silly.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 10:21 pm (UTC)The client sounds like a real little prince. Here's hoping he gets banged up (preferably without causing anyone any real harm, for example possession with intent to supply Class A before he's had the chance to actually supply) soon for a long time. Serve him right.
As to the attire, I once schlepped to the station wearing a mini-skirt, skimpy t-shirt and flip-flops because I'd been sun-bathing in the park and there wasn't time to get back home to change first. Yes, of course they thought I was the girlfriend of someone under arrest at first...
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-06 10:22 pm (UTC)Come to think of it, several millionnaires I know drive minivans.
I do know the other kind from several hideous experiences as an undergrad; one in particular thought that his parking tickets were his BMW's rent on the terribly convenient (and off limits to students) parking spots behind his dorm. He got kicked out for setting something on fire in his dorm room (while he was on probation for punching out his former roommate) but his parents managed to get him back in.
Daddy's little Darling there needs a wake-up call. And Daddy needs a good bitchslaping for letting things get to this state.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-07 12:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-07 12:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-07 12:57 am (UTC)The problem is so many replace the reality part of their brains with currency
Daddy is doing his little darling no good, because no matter how much money said darling has,. eventually reality will do the bitch slapping
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-07 01:01 am (UTC)It would serve him right but until that day, i do suspect he may hurt someone. Don't you just HATE representing someone you want to see locked up?
Ouchie, you win the bad outfit competition...
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-07 04:52 am (UTC)Yes, that would be a lot of fun.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-07 08:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-07 02:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-07 06:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-07 06:11 pm (UTC)In Riyadh.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-07 06:12 pm (UTC)Or both?
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-07 06:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-07 07:06 pm (UTC)You made a pass at your lawyer while in a police station – I have not the words.
I have: FUCKING IMBECILE.
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-08 11:57 am (UTC)Ah, those words are IDEAL
(no subject)
Date: 2006-12-08 04:56 pm (UTC)*curtsies*