my client
wants me to take out an injunction against the charity that is letting disabled children park their wheelchairs on its lawn. it's one of those charities that gives dying children their dying wishes, that sort of thing.

can you imagine how this letter of claim is going to go?

"dear sirs please cease and desist, the sight of your terminally ill and disabled children is spoiling the riverside view for which my clients paid a fortune and if you keep doing it, we will sue you for every penny the charity has ever made and then rape your trustees for their houses."

surely i win by default.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 9:33, 5 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

Not quite - I am your client.
Fucking terminals getting the fucking way all the time with their specially-adapted coaches. Why don't they just hurry up and fucking die?
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 9:35, Reply)

No. That's just doing your job.
You need to put more effort into being a cunt in your own right. Own your cuntishness.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Thu 16 Sep 2010, 9:36, Reply)

You could always let their tyres down too.
Or wheelclamp them.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Thu 16 Sep 2010, 9:36, Reply)

Just drop the name of your client on the board and I'm sure he'll change his mind.

(PsychoChomp, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 9:37, Reply)

Haha, lol.
That's probably the most cuntish thing I've heard to the point of it being brillient.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 9:58, Reply)