Lil B here. It's not such a sunny day down in my lethal legal sphere where daggers are hidden, looks are deceiving, words are bent to the untruth, and expressions can hardly be deciphered. You think your life is a funfair circus? Wait till you shake a hand with invisible needles, brittle piecemeal alliances, and unrepentant bitchings which threaten to ruin the one's reputation.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Speaking About Walls

Writing Credit has officially driven me up and over the wall.

It needs no further explanation.

Just 4 words.

Tort, Rylands v Fletcher.
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