From: 
                          MARVIN JEFFERSON 
                          Subject: SURGICAL MISHAP 
                        DEAR 
                          LEONARD. 
                        RECENTLY 
                          I WENT INTO THE HOSPITAL FOR SURGERY. I WAS SUPPOSED 
                          TO HAVE MY KIDNEY TAKEN OUT AND REPLACED BY TWO NEW 
                          KIDNEYS - ONE FOR NORMAL USE AND THE OTHER FOR "TURBO" 
                          MODE. WHEN I CAME OUT OF SURGERY, I NOTICED THAT THEY 
                          BOTCHED UP THE SURGERY BECAUSE I AM NOW A 6 FOOT TALL 
                          WHITE MAN NAMED "MARVIN JEFFERSON". I DISTINCTLY 
                          REMEMBER BEING A BLACK WOMAN BEFORE THE OPERATION. THEY 
                          EVEN CHANGED ALL MY PERSONAL PHOTOS AND BRAINWASHED 
                          MY FAMILY MEMBERS INTO GOING ALONG WITH THEIR SCREW 
                          UP.  
                        SO 
                          I WAS WONDERING WHAT KIND OF MINERALS ARE FOUND IN THE 
                          ATACAMA DESERT? ALSO I WAS WONDERING IF I COULD SUE 
                          THE DOCTORS. AND THAT DESERT THING TOO, BUT MOSTLY THE 
                          SUEING ISSUE. 
                        THANKS 
                          HONEY 
                       
                      Dear 
                        Leonard- 
                      Oops, 
                        I guess I did it again! I'll try to correct addressing 
                        myself in future issues. Anyway Marvin, you have a very 
                        complex legal issue that we lawyers like to call, "pro 
                        bonito sans serif MS arial 12 font". This basically 
                        means that due to no fault of your own you have suffered 
                        a medical mishap with unwanted results. The toughest part 
                        of a case like this revolves around proving that you were 
                        once in the shape or condition you described. Your best 
                        action would be to look through your personal video tape 
                        collection and listen for people saying things that would 
                        support your claim. Pay particular attention to phrases 
                        such as, "my, you sure are beautiful! And a black 
                        woman too!" or "it would sure suck if you suddenly 
                        became a six-foot tall white man, because we love you 
                        for the black woman you currently are!". If you can 
                        find evidence like I described, you're in good shape. 
                      I 
                        had a case like this back in 1973, right about the time 
                        of the Cuban Missile Crisis. I remember the case well, 
                        mainly because it's hard to forget with all those Cubans 
                        and missiles involved. Anyway, my client, Bud Kellog, 
                        was being sued by the Sony Corporation for rubbing all 
                        their AM radios on their assembly line against his private 
                        parts. I won the jury over with my award-winning smile 
                        and extensive knowledge of the law. Oh yeah, and the jury 
                        was composed 75% of members from my family, and they were 
                        all afraid to choose in favor of Sony because they were 
                        still afraid of me since the picnic a couple months before 
                        when I attempted to publicly demonstrate my telekinetic 
                        skills by pushing a dog off the roof. 
                      Now 
                        that I think about it, that case isn't anything like the 
                        one you mentioned. However, it did end up with me being 
                        voted as "Lawyer of the Year" by all the guys 
                        at the YMCA. Some people claimed that the only reason 
                        I got that title was because the other lawyer quit the 
                        club weeks before, but I know that's just not true. 
                        The other guy never quit the YMCA, the Police 
                        found his corpse locked in the back of his car trunk before 
                        he had a chance to. Oh yeah, and large amounts of sodium 
                        nitrate are found in the Atacama Desert. Sodium nitrate 
                        is used to make gunpowder, salt, plywood, and pelicans. 
                     
                     
                       
                        From: 
                          Eric Willingham 
                          Subject: mental anguish!!!! 
                        I 
                          wanted a PLAYSTATION for last chirstmas but all i got 
                          was a PIKACHU ALARM CLOCK!!!! WTF?!? can I sue my parrents? 
                          ITS BULLSHIT! 
                        PS: 
                          YOUR COLUM RULES!!! LEONARD 
                        PPS: 
                          DONT SHOW THIS LETTER TOO MY PARRENTS PLEASE! 
                       
                     
                     
                      Susan- 
                      (I 
                        am getting better at this responding thing, give me a 
                        couple days to work the "kinks" out) It sounds 
                        like you are suffering from "mental anguish", 
                        or as we legal people like to call it, "mental anguish." 
                        Your cold-hearted parents have chosen to permanently scare 
                        your mind by traumatizing you with such second-rate, shoddy 
                        gifts! It is your right as an American to seek revenge. 
                        Here's what I recommend doing: 
                     
                     
                       
                        1) 
                          Play a lot of realistic violent video games like Doom, 
                          Quake 1 and Quake 2 (but not Quake 
                          3 because no jury in their right mind would say 
                          that game displays anything remotely realistic), Jazz 
                          Jackrabbit, Era Online, Tetris, and 
                          Virtua Tennis. This will sharpen your aiming 
                          skills and help you lose all bearing of reality. 
                         
                          2) Listen to bands like KMFDM, Rammstein, or anything 
                          else that has male German band members which look like 
                          extremely feminine women. The more crappy the music 
                          is, the better. 
                         
                          3) Start wearing a lot of black. Wearing stuff like 
                          black trenchcoats makes you look "cool" even 
                          if you're so fat that it appears as if somebody simply 
                          threw a black pool cover on top of a Volkswagen Beetle. 
                       
                     
                     
                      By 
                        that point your parents should be so utterly afraid of 
                        you that they'll hand over anything you want. If they 
                        don't, you can sue for "mental anguish", claiming 
                        that their lack of proper parenting skills almost forced 
                        you over the edge into a life of violence, Satanic worship, 
                        and stupid German song lyrics. No jury would want to see 
                        another gun-toting psycho on the playground, so you'll 
                        have whatever you want in no time! The terrible tragedy 
                        of violent psychotic youths can be used for your own personal 
                        gain!  
                      Anyway, 
                        that's all the time I have for today. I can hear the Police 
                        sirens in the distance, so I have to shut off all lights 
                        and electronics so they won't see me hiding under the 
                        desk. Before you ask, I hide under my desk for lower back 
                        support, not because I was caught leaking bodily fluids 
                        into the cotton candy machine in the park. Besides, that 
                        wasn't me, it was my identical, uh, brother, who looks 
                        exactly like me and, um, is also named "Leonard Crabs" 
                        but isn't me. He's like my evil twin, which means he's 
                        really bad at legal matters and he CAN'T shove an entire 
                        lit candle inside his ear canal for 20 seconds. Until 
                        next time, this is Leonard "J." Crabs saying, 
                        "may all your legal issues fold like leaky tissues." 
                        I don't know what that exactly means, but it made a lot 
                        of sense last night when I ingested that entire bottle 
                        of prescription medication I found in the attic of a client's 
                        house. And it rhymes too, so there. 
                     
                      
                   
                  
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