Legal humor here.
“You know what they say, Ferguson:
‘An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress.’
Oh, and suck on this:
‘O body swayed to music, O brightening glance
How can we tell the dancer from the dance?’”
“Because I’m bald, brash, and bare foot, that’s why, hot shot.”
“When Accounts Receivable gets crazy, Ferguson, we stay crazy.”
“You’re damn straight these are billable hours. A free body is the sole source of a free mind.”
“You’ve got a wrathful gaze, Ferguson. Too bad it’s trumped by my chiseled ass.”
“For God’s sake, Ferguson, loosen up! The Jets beat the spread, man! The Jets beat the spread!”
“Well, Ferguson, if Taylor Swift don’t rock your world, I pity it. Taylor Swift is da bomb!”
“Damn straight you’re the babe magnet, Ferguson. Why do you think we hired you?”
“The absinthe tasting went a little sideways, Ferguson. I’ll have a better handle on things in a week or two.”
“There are times, Ferguson, when Skeeter Davis simply takes possession of your soul, and a man is a fool to resist it.”
