Great Balls of Fire

Because we are the nation that made Bob Saget and his home videos popular . . .

I am going to post this little gem:

Yesterday morning, bright and early before the sun had peeked over the horizon, I headed up to the Law School to do some work on my student comment.

I slipped into my boxers, cargo khakis, & a red t-shirt. I then threw on a hat and jacket, poured a nice hot cup of coffee, and I was off.

Upon parking I set my coffee cup on the steering wheel and I turned to grab some borrowed DVDs I had in the back seat. Unfortunately, when doing so I also grabbed the wheel for leverage.

My cup fell over. I had the lid open.

It all drained right onto my crotch.

The pain. O, the pain . . .

Where is a McDonald's when you need them?

Hmm, or maybe I should've taken a picture like my friend, Ms. Woods, is fond of doing. Ha ha.

And yet, the soldier that I am, after running home and changing, (and doing some laundry) I went back up to the school and spent a mind numbing 9 hours trying to figure out what the hell the Supreme Court is doing with the Commerce Clause . . .