Tip to client: when picking up your boyfriend at the police station for drunk driving, don’t be drunk driving.
A poetic mashup of Katy Perry, and lessons in creating a solid deposition record about what happened last Friday night.
Here are your headlines from the Bitter Newsroom, where we paint reality. One Man’s Squatter is Another’s Possessor: In honor of bar exam week, we kick off with this delightful attempt at textbook adverse possession happening in Texas. The man learned that the Lone Star State requires only three years and, finding an abandoned home in…
I really think we do better once we have a couple of beers in our systems and get going. Is there any evidence that this is true?
Why have I been cursed with the following completely useless set of characteristics? I’m too hot for the courtroom; I’m not hot enough in a bar.
I might not die alone, clutching a dog-eared copy of Eat, Pray, Love, after all. I have a newfound source of hope. And I owe my appreciation to the most unlikely of impetuses for discovering it: Watching a Cincinnati Bengals game. I’m not referring to the substance of the game itself. Besides, the final minute…
Law firm temping is a small world. Sort of like Hollywood, but for losers.