So Roby says, "I'm having a hard time putting my activities in previous jobs into crisp prose. Oh why oh why must self-deprecation - the most formidable weapon in the arsenal of the confirmed loser - fall flacid and useless in the face of the resume, the loser's most terrifying foe!?"
And Dinkmeyer responds with, "you need a fucking blog, you fucking homo. more people than just the fortunate few should be blessed with your witticisms. and then when you're famous, i can be the andy to your conan, the sonny to your cher, the macauley to your michael. would that i could be the kevin to your britney. ah, fate!"
This is the shit that makes me laugh out loud at my desk, giving away the fact that I'm totally not working. No legal brief could ever amuse me so.
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