What can you do, what could you do?

Right. I mean, it's 11:30 on a Friday night and QP is doing what he does best...drinking ones and sitting in front of a computer.

Why?

Because QP is still at work. YEAH! it's friday night and we're working at 11:30. NICE.

There's a big deadline, so I get to sit here until midnight to see if the other side files any motions that says we're idiots. Basically, the way it works is, we say they are fuckwads and they no, you guys are the ones who in fact are fuckwads. A little later we say back to them based on their argument that they are in fact the fuckwads and they do the same with our arguments. Eventually, a judge rules that we are in fact bigger fuckwads than they are, but only because the tranny judge has a hard on for the particular type of fuckwad that they are.

We are the type of fuckwad that plans a well thought out argument with few holes in it and they are the type of fuckwad thats response is "No. Stupid head." Most would assume that sort of childish response would take away from their credibility, but not with our judge...the skank.

Moving on to other news in the world of "wait, what?" We went to play basketball last night at a gym in Columbia Heights. They offer adult night from 7-9 pm on Thursdays and reiterated this last week. So we show up and are told we can't use the gym because they're preparing for an event. Sweet. Basically, the way this place works is, they don't get that many people to attend, but on the off chance someone shows up to say use the basketball court, they get turned away if there is a previously scheduled event...even if no one is there.

They have classes set up and are listed in their pamphlet...but they also tell you that no one ever goes to these things. But if you try and show up and play ball when the court is reserved for Tae Kwon Doe, you can't play ball...even if no one is in the Tae Kwon Doe class (and you need your robe or whatever you call it to be in the class, fyi in case you go).

So we decided to play on the lit court outside...in the 30 degree weather....until they told us they were locking the gates at 7:45. The gym says it closes at 9, but they kick people out at 8 because, and this is a direct quote, "we don't get paid overtime." Now I understand that gripe. If I didn't get paid overtime, I would not be here writing this...no, I'd be out bumpin uglies with hopefully the fattest girl at the bar...because I'm engaged and the doctor wouldn't be threatened if i'm smashing my giblets on some donut shaped denim covered upper thigh...she would feel more concerned that the syphilis (proper spelling, thank you) had finally reached the tertiary stage and rotted my brain.

Anyway, who needs an hour to get the 7 people out of the gym? I could clear house in a place that big with that few people in it in 15 minutes...we were already outside and they were bouncing us 1 hour and 15 minutes prior to closing.

Ah DC, so lazy and distraught are the workers that they plan ahead to fuck you over.

None of this would happen if the Redskins were playoff eligible.