On the right, we have Krys Scroggins. On the left, Bizarro Krys Scroggins.
(via chrisjackson)
Just a few of the lookalikes from the past two days (in order around the table from left to right). I’d love to divulge names, especially the identity of the fossil (hint: he has a Big XII football stadium named after him), but then I could legitimately get into trouble. So, let your imagination soar and find out what it’s like to be in litigation support, sort of.






This also means CB is poised to make a huge comeback, good buddy. The next social networking trend will be the ultimate in “old is new” when everyone dumps their mobile devices and the associated Facebook, Tumblr, and Twitter in favor of the preferred communications device of truckers. Hey, it worked a few years ago with trucker hats, why can’t pop culture devour then regurgitate their electronics as well?
Looks like that one went over well. Who needs a tv when you have a tumblr.
Chris beat me to the post. I think the same thing every time I drive by “The Cosmopolitan”, sister condo tower to “The Titan”. Breeding ground for champs, the both of ‘em.
Money can’t buy class. It just can’t.
A child exhibits an innate sensitiveness to mysticism. His insight is astounding. Tell a child the story of Bethlehem, the vigil of the shepherds, the quest of the Magi, the song of the angels and the babe in the manger. He drinks it all in. An adult, similarly situated, opens a discussion on what he is pleased to call the doctrine of the Incarnation. Tell a child the story of the Cross; he accepts it avidly, finding no difficulty anywhere. Relate to an adult the same impressive facts and he will ask learnedly for a theory of the Atonement.
The archives of inspiration contain few gems more affecting than the record of the way in which the Savior of Men took a little child and set him in the midst of the disciples, not that the child might aim at becoming like Peter and James and John, but that Peter and James and John might covet the sweetness and simplicity of the little child.
First off, can you believe it is the last day of March? Where does the time go? Before I know it, I’ll be 50 and ready to end it all because I still videotape depositions.
Today’s witness sounded like the love child of Hank Hill and Andre the Giant. One of the defense attorneys sounded (and kind of looked like) Tobias Funke. One of the defendants kept falling asleep and snoring loudly. He also farted while he was asleep. That was my day.