WE KNEW WE HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT - BUT WE DIDN'T HAVE THE ABILITY!
This can't be legal! We're lying in bed early this morning (around 11am or so) and our doorbell rings. It's some guy who asks if we're who we are. We ask him, "what's it matter?" He says (get this!), "never answer a question with a question!" Kevin asks him if he's a F'ing English teacher (that's a question but it was in response to his statement - HA!). He throws some papers at us, yells, "...you've been served," and runs down the steps. If Kevin hadn't been in only his "tighty whities" and bunny slippers he would have given chase. Never answer a question with a question - WE'LL SEE ABOUT THIS!
It turns out that we're named as defendents in some lawsuit in Nebraska! Not sure what it's all about, but it does say stuff like, "drunk & disorderly," "true paternity," and "ongoing liquidated damages!" We figure that's just fancy lawyer talk for some bar owner's daughter trying to collect on our tab. Why else would it claim that Stacy is the father of her baby? We'll demand a DNA test of course - but aside from that it's ridiculous from the oustset - Stacy couldn't be the father - she's never been to Nebraska! Now we need to call our Public Defender again (assuming he's been reinstated to practice law) and get over to the free clinic to have Stacy's DNA tested. What a pain, we were planning on going to the spa today!
Anyway, we figured after all the legal mumbo-jumbo we needed to relax (it's VERY stressful), so we headed out to one of our favorite hangouts in Palm Springs. We needed beer and we needed it fast! You know, after eight or nine cold ones (in about 90 minutes!) we really didn't care about the lawsuit at all. Actually, we sorta hope they win because we transferred all of our assets (title to a 1993 Ford Taurus and our Franklin Mint Dale Earnhart Collector Plate) to a trust so they ain't collecting anything but a pile of dust! Anyway, tomorrow is Wednesday - which everyone calls "Hump Day" - so we hope that means what we think it does! We'll let you know tomorrow...
Kevin could have caught him if it wasn't for the slippers! LIQUIDATED DAMAGES? We say "Liquidate This!"
Stacy loves the "Dog Days" of Summer. She cut him off after only 10 beers - HOW RUDE!
It turns out that we're named as defendents in some lawsuit in Nebraska! Not sure what it's all about, but it does say stuff like, "drunk & disorderly," "true paternity," and "ongoing liquidated damages!" We figure that's just fancy lawyer talk for some bar owner's daughter trying to collect on our tab. Why else would it claim that Stacy is the father of her baby? We'll demand a DNA test of course - but aside from that it's ridiculous from the oustset - Stacy couldn't be the father - she's never been to Nebraska! Now we need to call our Public Defender again (assuming he's been reinstated to practice law) and get over to the free clinic to have Stacy's DNA tested. What a pain, we were planning on going to the spa today!
Anyway, we figured after all the legal mumbo-jumbo we needed to relax (it's VERY stressful), so we headed out to one of our favorite hangouts in Palm Springs. We needed beer and we needed it fast! You know, after eight or nine cold ones (in about 90 minutes!) we really didn't care about the lawsuit at all. Actually, we sorta hope they win because we transferred all of our assets (title to a 1993 Ford Taurus and our Franklin Mint Dale Earnhart Collector Plate) to a trust so they ain't collecting anything but a pile of dust! Anyway, tomorrow is Wednesday - which everyone calls "Hump Day" - so we hope that means what we think it does! We'll let you know tomorrow...
Kevin could have caught him if it wasn't for the slippers! LIQUIDATED DAMAGES? We say "Liquidate This!"
Stacy loves the "Dog Days" of Summer. She cut him off after only 10 beers - HOW RUDE!
oh my, oh my.... You know, now I understand the weird restraining order I was served with yesterday. It said something about Kevin and Stacy Cochrane not being allowed within 50 miles of the county of Monterey. I tried to play stupid, but when Aavia kept repeating "That's my Maga and Grampa" I kind of figured the jig was up. Oh well - have fun with your suit in Nebraska. I know some REAL FINE people there who can hook you up with an entire single-wide trailer complete with the shotguns and dogs. You'll have a blast!
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Can anyone explain why these people are allowed to run loose in the general public? But you cannot help but feel sorry for them. It has to be some sort of a mental condition or a disease that they have.
You cannot help but feel sorry for them and love them.
guy and cary.
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