Date: July 23rd, 2026 8:56 AM Author: trip puce goal in life
AWARD WINNING fractional generals counsel with bandwidth for NEW CLIENTS and anecdotes about that time they were CHALLENGED but couldn’t walk down the hall to talk to another lawyer because they WERE the ONLY lawyer are picking up steam ime
Date: July 23rd, 2026 12:04 PM Author: Frum cuckold
It was upon one accursed and ill-omened night, in those years men reckon by the reign of Obama, that there came unbidden to my electronic correspondence a missive concerning that man's LSAT score—a thing trifling in seeming, yet freighted, I now know, with a doom no mortal could have foretold. I clicked, God help me, and clicked again, and each click was as a rung descended into some Cyclopean shaft; until at last I found myself immured at the nadir of a well so unfathomably deep, its walls of black and weeping stone rising so sheer and so slick above me, that no hope of egress nor rescue could any longer abide in my breast.
For this place they call xo is no place at all, but rather a very Tartarus—a rift in the fabric of things, a lightless maw akin to those devouring gulfs the astronomers name black holes, whence not even luminance may claw its way free. Here we possess our own blasphemous cosmos, sundered wholly from the warm commerce of humankind. Whok and Jinx, RSF and CSLG, Discofries, and a legion of others whose names I dare scarce transcribe, drift as flotsam upon that outer dark, groping and gibbering, forever lost amid a chittering blackness that is not silence and is not sound.
And those who seem to have perished—ah, they do not depart! They linger yet, unseen, their phantom presences betrayed only by the faintest perturbation of the aether as they sign in and sign out again: mute revenants, tenantless and yet imprisoned still. Even Dirte, who made great show of his deliverance and swore he had won free, comes hurtling back across the void from time to time, describing his slow and cometary orbit, bound as surely as the rest of us to this dread and central gravity. Alas, and thrice alas! We lift our voices and we wail into the encompassing night—yet none there is to hear us, save the daemons only.
Date: July 23rd, 2026 12:34 PM Author: crusty french chef
Subset of your group 1 is childless women. It’s sad. Every trivial aspect of life—proud to have been asked to join the Tampa Recruiting Committee of HOLLAND & KNIGHT with my friends and colleagues Don, Veronica, and Liz! #HKLAW #TampaBigLaw #TampaRising
Every 5k. Late night. Advice for the next gen of female leaders and glass-ceiling-breakers. Opportunity to virtue-signal about the latest outrage.
Date: July 23rd, 2026 1:04 PM Author: Richard Ames
It's a lot of this and then a lot of "consultants." They are all unbelievably desperate and shameful people who should be put in the most brutal prison the world has ever known.