Hell is a 500-page Property and Casualty Licensing study book. I'm almost halfway done and I still have no idea what property and casualty mean. I thought I was just going to have to learn about auto insurance, but that would be too easy and would make too much sense, now wouldn't it? Instead, I've spent the last ten hours trying to cram my tired brain with volumes of absolutely useless information about fire damage, homeowners insurance, and boatowners insurance. That's right. Instead of jamming with my musician housemates (who have been rocking out all day and into the night in our basement), or getting drunk, or both (like I truly should be doing), I've been struggling to digest the driest minutia about the insurance you need to get for small watercraft and sailboats of up to 26 feet in length.
If I have to read one more 'whereby,' 'aforementioned,' or 'Covered losses payable under Coverages A or B will be paid without a deduction for depreciation subject to the following policy language," I'm going to start punching babies. And seeing as I still have more than half of this riveting bestseller left to tackle, I'd recommend you keep your newborns in sight.
Best weekend ever.
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what a wierd coinncidence, when i get mad i also like to punch babies. apparentley that's not "socially acceptable" though. people are so damn sensitive these days, i mean if they put michael vick in jail for electrocuting dogs who knows whose next. on a more serious note, is the title of this blog an homage to tupac shakur and later jasufer rulingtons albums called "a rose grew from concrete"?
No, Yoni, I was referring to 'A Tree Grows in Brooklyn' by Betty Smith.
It's a book. Lots of pages with ink markings on them, bound by a front and back cover. You may have heard of such titles as "Kobe Bryant: Basketball Big Shot." I believe that was the highly-acclaimed literary work about which you gave a presentation in English freshmen year of high school. It's a dauting 64 pages of information, mostly in picture form, on the rising sports star. It's also intended for children ages 9-12. You also didn't even read the whole thing. You also gave me questions beforehand to ask you in a half-baked attempt to seem smart in front of the class.
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