Divorce Attorney Needed

No prob, except I refuse to put fly rods into a pre-nup on ethical grounds. Even I have my limits. You have to leave the guy his fishing gear.

Wait...why am I signing the prenup? This thread just took a turn for the scary! /me looks for a window to dive out of. The office is ground floor, right? NM - Lindal gave me a parachute for Christmas. I'll put in on on the way down.

Dear, whenever a lawyer tells you, "We'll be rich", he means, "I'll be rich" (c.f. the Ferrari comment immediately following).

Mr. Recreant, I've scheduled her for an appointment on Wednesday, and you for a visit to the Ferrari dealer on Thursday. I penciled myself in to accompany you, since you'll need me to facilitate negotiations with the car guy.

/me makes note to wear a shorter skirt and more perfume on Thursday.

Why are you signing? Because you promised to before I give you that kiss in world. You are a man of honor arent you?
Yep, but did she pack it. Are you sure it will open before you hit the ground far below and go splat.

(oh gawd I am sickie. Body aches, feel like I may faint. Anyone want to share the misery. My daughter brought it home and insisted on sharing with me. Do you think they will prosecute me if she dies a long slow cruel death? Brain just went on vacation)

Trout is a man of his word. That's why he never has to put it in writing.

Yes, I packed his parachute. Or was that my overnight bag? We'll have to see what comes out when he pulls the ripcord. Hmm...I have been missing some underwear.

Go to bed. Sitting in front of a computer is bad for you when you are not feeling well.

She packed it the first time. Luckily, it turns out that in SL I can fall an amazing distance and instead of dying, I just have to endure a silly animation.

A man of honor? We kissed? You clearly have me confused with someone else.

(We can be sickies together. I think I brough anthrax or the swine flu back from Canada this weekend. I had a burger while I was there - maybe I have mad cow disease. I feel awful today - same symptoms as you. Achey, faint/weakness, generally wiped out and sore all over. Blech. I wish I didn't have to work. I'd be much happier on the sofa with a bowl of hot miso soup.)

I hear if you tap the space bar while you are falling you dont look too silly. Well most of us anyway not sure about you.
Nooo, we havent kissed yet sweetie. We havent even met yet. I am saving that for a long lonely boring evening when I can't find anything else to do.

We need to build a nice big fire and fall asleep on the couch watching old movies on TV, drinking chicken soup laced with white wine, yummy. I am so glad I work at home, don't have to put clothes on and impress any customers at the office. -rolls over in bed, closing her eyes with a smile on her face while clutching the prenups in her fist, dreaming of the new Lear she will be getting next week.

(hope you feel better soon. If you don't I will be glad to call in for you and tell them I have you tied to the bed and can't come in for two weeks)

giggles at her. I have a laptop, guess where I keep it. I can just see the panties come flying out when he pulls the ripcord. He will be in Heaven for just a few minutes. "ohhh panties" How funny.

As funny as that would be, I'm not going to be able to afford my internet connection after they fire me. I might be better off just telling them I'm sick.

lol'ing at the panties flying out of the parachute. I need one that gives me a few options. It would be like the cartoons. I could have an anvil, or a bunch of frying pans, or a bowling ball. No parachute, just goofy stuff when I pull the ripcord.

I was thinking I needed to go hang out at Trout's office and take notes. This sudden turn to plotting his demise makes me rethink that idea.

Sick!!! I thought men never got sick. They just go to work and share the grief. I wouldnt let them fire you. I would go in and sit on the edge of the bosses desk and pull up the edge of my skirt so it just uncovers my knee. Take my red high heeled stilleto and push his chair back against the fall. Stand up, put my hands on my hips and give him a sweet smile while I tell him Trout is very ill and wont be in for a week or two. Turn and walk out of the office. Get into my new ferrari diving home in haste to make sure that Trouts restraints have not loosened from the bed while I have been gone.

Nooo, where is your imagination. It needs to be filled with handcuffs, collars, St Andrew's crosses and cages. Maybe a whip or two.

I also think he'll grab a bra as it flies past, hold it over his head, and use the cups to slow his fall.

Nice try, but I'm not well-endowed enough to keep him from breaking his legs.

Honey, if I was his boss and you did that too me, you better be headed to a hotel. Cause Im right behind you.

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