Post by THE DEER HUNTER on Jan 30, 2013 15:05:16 GMT -5
Was reading a fishing forum and the thread asked how did you come up with your screen name.
When I read the one below, I cracked up laughing at my desk.........
So there I was in the midst of an ugly, nasty divorce. Sitting at the long table, divvying up our possessions; it became clear to me that I had hired a complete idiot for a lawyer. Every item that came up for discussion automatically became “marital property” and so became my darling bride’s property. Laughing Boy, my lawyer, sat there passively giggling and talking to his fountain pen while I was being robbed under sanction of the court.
So we got down the list to garden tools and I decided to argue my case because Idiot Boy wasn’t going to. There were a couple of axes, a sledge hammer, some wedges and a snow shovel. We argued over that nonsense for more than an hour before she relented. I know, that snow shovel probably cost me more than a thousand dollars between Moron Child’s fee, court fees and cost of a court recorder, but it also cost the ex the same amount and she didn’t get the snow shovel!
When my situation improved, I bought a boat and named it “Snow Shovel”. I continued to fight for custody and after nine years I prevailed (which was a GREAT thing for my son. He went from being the big weakling that attracted bullies to being the lean, muscular guy who wants to go in the Army so he can go overseas and kill bad people.) One day, after her visitation the ex drops my son off at my house and there is this 26 foot WAC with the “Snow Shovel” decal on the hull. It was pretty cool to see the look on her ugly little face!
When I read the one below, I cracked up laughing at my desk.........
So there I was in the midst of an ugly, nasty divorce. Sitting at the long table, divvying up our possessions; it became clear to me that I had hired a complete idiot for a lawyer. Every item that came up for discussion automatically became “marital property” and so became my darling bride’s property. Laughing Boy, my lawyer, sat there passively giggling and talking to his fountain pen while I was being robbed under sanction of the court.
So we got down the list to garden tools and I decided to argue my case because Idiot Boy wasn’t going to. There were a couple of axes, a sledge hammer, some wedges and a snow shovel. We argued over that nonsense for more than an hour before she relented. I know, that snow shovel probably cost me more than a thousand dollars between Moron Child’s fee, court fees and cost of a court recorder, but it also cost the ex the same amount and she didn’t get the snow shovel!
When my situation improved, I bought a boat and named it “Snow Shovel”. I continued to fight for custody and after nine years I prevailed (which was a GREAT thing for my son. He went from being the big weakling that attracted bullies to being the lean, muscular guy who wants to go in the Army so he can go overseas and kill bad people.) One day, after her visitation the ex drops my son off at my house and there is this 26 foot WAC with the “Snow Shovel” decal on the hull. It was pretty cool to see the look on her ugly little face!
