Licensed to ill
I found out a few weeks ago that I had been recommended for admission to the PA bar. Well, a few more forms here and another fee to be paid there led to what I received in the mail today: my official, wallet-sized, Pennsylvania Attorney's License. Sweet. My dad says if you look closely enough at the fine print it says "license to steal." But I know what it really means: I'm licensed to ill. Oh yeah.
In other news, I'm going to a Halloween party tomorrow as Harry Potter. People tell me that I look like him. I bought the glasses and the robe, but I wasn't going to pay money for the wand, which is just a plastic replica of a stick. I can get a real stick at the park for free. That's all for now.
In other news, I'm going to a Halloween party tomorrow as Harry Potter. People tell me that I look like him. I bought the glasses and the robe, but I wasn't going to pay money for the wand, which is just a plastic replica of a stick. I can get a real stick at the park for free. That's all for now.