sprachtraeume:

bigsmoike:

friendly-neighborhood-patriarch:

bigsmoike:

friendly-neighborhood-patriarch:

sighinastorm:

turtrussel:

friendly-neighborhood-patriarch:

heatandapathy:

libertarirynn:

friendly-neighborhood-patriarch:

I’m at an Italian restaurant now. They’re a local chain and my dad did good work for the founder. I told them my name and I got a private booth with a bottle of Sicilian wine “complements of the family”.

I was met by the owner and I said I was graduating law school soon. He patted me on the back and said “we might have some work for you”

What is this

You’re about to become a consigliere for The Godfather.

These words are going to be typed out by a court reporter some day.

Hardly. This isn’t the 50s

Duhnuhnuh MOB LAWYER!

I agree with Rynn!  You are being groomed to serve The Family.

They gave me a basket of cheesy bread without promoting and I don’t even have to breathe and the servers ask if I’m happy.

Let me reiterate. My dad is a doctor. He treated the wife of the founder and she responded very well. He’s a doctor. Nothing more.

A mob doctor. He fixes up gunshot wounds

He’s a Neurologist!

Gunshot wounds to the nerves

Looks like this post is gonna be evidence for a future legal case