Gee, the last thing I want to do when I get home from a day of sitting in front of the computer, is sit in front of the computer. But the best thing that I could see when I come home, is a gift. Sitting on my bed.Frank left me a book. It was sitting in the center of my bed. He wrote the book. It is entitled, Der strafrechtliche Schutz gegen ungerechtfertigte Vermogensverchiebungen in England und Wales im Vergleich mit dem deutschen Strafrecht. (I don't know how to create umlauts on here, but there's one over the first O in Vermo...)
So, can anybody help me with that? Reyna, how's your German coming along? Flipping through it, I see that Frank had wrote an entire book about well, some kind of comparative law. I saw words like "common law" and "mens rea" in there -- I suppose a comprehensive discussion of British law in German must require those words.
Anyway, I was impressed, and touched. Last night we were eating cheap Chinese and chugging beers. Today I find that he's a fucking scholar like none other.
Inside, there was a note:
To my all LA girl,* "favorite chink" (as he is my favorite Nazi)
dim sum and Crim Pro teacher,
Karen, my fc*.Yours,
Beaker.
Different blog about how he came to be known as Beaker, but yes, it's the one from the Muppet Show. Maybe it has to do with him having sung the Fraggle Rock song to me in German, multiple times.
I'm very happy right now. In such a state, my pink bag and I will definitely enjoy the ride down to San Diego.
Tchuss.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 7:15 PM
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