I have to admit that I’ve found the pointage, laughery, and mockification assosciated with The Dreadful Pro-Se Schmalfeldt’s LOLsuits that did not include me as a defendant as wonderful sources of amusement. Today is the third anniversary of the beginning of LOLsuit VI: The Undiscovered Krendler.
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The Cabin Boy™ has announced the filing of his next LOLsuit. He says that he’s mailed it to the U. S. District Court in Milwaukee and that the named defendants are Patrick Grady of Palatine, IL, Eric P. Johnson of Paris, TN, Sarah “Rose” Palmer of Reidsville, NC, Dianna Deeley of San Francisco, CA, The William G. Irwin Charitable Foundation of San Francisco, CA, and Nancy Gilly of Groton, CT. He says they engaged in State Law Torts, Unlawful Use of Computerized Communications Equipment, Harassment, Invasion of Privacy/Right to Publicity, Stalking, Defamation Per Se, and
Mopery with Intent to Lurk Intentional Infliction of Emotional Distress.
He has also said that he will seek John Doe subpoenas to try to identify the following individuals to be added to his LOLsuit: Techno Jinx, MJ, Roy Schmalfeldt, Vigilans Vindex, Pablo, Neal N. Bob, This Other Latin F*cker, Perry Mason, Howard Earl, A.B., Tao, Jane, Grace, Dr_Mile [sic], Katie Scarlett, Rob Crawford, The 13th Diuke [sic] of Wymborne, Kobayashi Maru, AJ Fornicarious Hoc, JeffM, Gus Bailey, and Colonol [sic] Victor Trollpoker.
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The bulk of LOLsuit VI collapsed fairly early on, and the case that lingered against a couple of the defendants was thoroughly defeated at the hands of a lawyer who the Cabin Boy™ had tried to deride as incompetent.
Nothing proceeded as the Cabin Boy™ had hallucinated.
I can’t say the rubble bounced, but the smell still lingers…
That’s just Schmalfeldt. He always smells like that.
I call THAT man to the stand!
I’ll be honest, I’d never noticed he sued Dr_Mile. Wow.
O it was a dreadful, terrible day when the full might of William’s legal genius was brought to bear on Wymbourne Manor. I’d given Maling the evening off, and for the life of me I couldn’t find the Louis XIII until he returned.
Do you know I had to make do with some Cordon Bleu I found in the kitchen? Outrageous!
Of course, worse was to come when the US Postal Inspectors knocked.
He’s just a [sic] bastard. And he spelled my name wrong, too.