The Irish Thug

What’s the best way to settle a dispute when no one will play ball. Rock, Paper, Scissors. Mr. Presnell knows what I mean. That’s why he ordered to attorneys to play one round. The issue at hand is where to hold the court deposition. The Court Order did not state a plan for if there was a tie.

At first I would have ordered a coin be flipped, but then there would be the matter of who flipped and who called. Odds-Evens also would not work because of the issue of the call. So he probably should have went with best two out of three instead of one round.

It’s been raining in Boston a lot recently. This was the case last night and the one previous to that. That being said, can some one explain why my school was still watering the lawns during said rain?

When the table pops up and its my big blind and I check, why don’t I say “Hey, I’m gonna act again real soon. Maybe I shouldn’t go and start looking at some webpage.”

Evan and I made a bet on the present WPT event. They are in the order they were picked (I went not second). Just remember to cheer against the people on the right.

Updated:11pm EST

Liam was sitting down in his chair to wait for an upcoming radio program. This famous show was known only as Q. Q was a light in a dull void that Liam was living. As day was turning to night, Liam would grow with an aura that could chill any arousal of animosity or loathing his day could bring forth.
Only half an hour ’til six, it would start soon, Liam thought. Would tonight consist of a story by Lisa, an anthropologist who was just now coming back from South Africa, or Rollin, a past cohort of Alvin Karpis. Q was always highly alluring for Liam with an original story day in day out.
Adjusting his position slightly in his chair, Liam found a cozy spot. Six Fourty, it would start soon. Today was rough, his family had cast him off for his lowly affairs. In truth, his family didn’t know about most of his affair. His landlord, his boss, his bank didn’t know about most of his affair. For this was how Liam was opting to go on. Most did not mind, but this was not fitting for his family.
Six Fifty, it would start soon. But Q was always supporting him. With Q on, Liam would slip away from what was causing him anguish or pain. Column discussing Q would continually show disgust with it’s programing. Liam could not fathom why this was so. Q would work up such a paramount absolution in him, but not for critics.
Six, it was starting. Liam was snoring, lying back in his chair.