Way back when I got out of high school I joined the Marine Corps.
In boot camp I really admired the drill instructors for their ability to curse with such fluid use and visual imagery of the English language. It was a real treat.
That type of language is apparently in disfavor with the law school establishment. They seem to prefer a more diminutive approach.
Professor: Can you compare this case to (insert odd notes case of little consequence that you should have read and then disregarded a month ago)
Me: Jesus, Mary, and Doggy style Joseph. How the f*&% am I supposed to know that s#!@. You are out of your f*%#ing mind. That jumbled up word jam piece of dog t!@# case didn’t make sense then and belongs in this conversation like a f*%^$ing rusty screen door belongs on d@*# submarine. Unscrew your head and tell us what we need to know for your d!#@ test. You overbearing windbag.
The more appropriate response according to the law school hierarchy:
Professor: Can you compare this case to (insert odd notes case of little consequence that you should have read and then disregarded a month ago)
Me: Could you rephrase the question. (While franticly scanning the case for some hope of recalling why this case is even in the book in the first place)
Law school would be much more entertaining that way. But then again law school professors can’t hit you either. So I guess it is an even trade out.
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