I walked into a mediation and spent the next three hours trying to decide if I liked this hair style:
I think I do. It has that certain "don't mess with me" kind of look.
As the mediation progressed I learned that the child who we were dealing with was conceived in a fast food restaurant bathroom.
Apparently trading pot for a tattoo is a common practice. I mean seriously, do you really want the person giving you a tattoo (on your neck) to be stoned while doing it?!
A later conversation left me wondering "How do you have sex with a dog?"
Just another day at the office...