We all love Megan, but she is one of the worst journalists ever. She goes on vacation and misses David Gingras posting on his website that he will be closing his practice permanently as of 7/1/2026. She hasn't even reached out for comment yet as to whether this is court ordered or in lieu of discipline. JustJayHip may get the first interview. R.I.P Douche Canoe Esquire. Long Live Bill S. Preston Esquire (no relation to Lienette).
Oh, and maybe a game? What games is the flea playing now? Shall we play along?
“Flea Follies”
(an original game not in production by I.W.S.Y.D.H.T )
As we gather around the game board, the flea warms up her dice between her sweaty fingers and palms and gives them the customary blow from her breath that smells tonight like stale Marlboro Reds and boiled cabbage.
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As the flea begins her turn, the air in the gar-tudio begins to thicken like mucus in her old flea-craw.
No one really knows the game she has planned, and the Swallowers and Wallowers all gather around the game table and lend the flea their ears.
The flea turns to the left, and her side view profile reveals that the flea seems to be under the weather. Complaints of ‘swollen eyes’ and ‘sinus goo’ begin to spill from her mouth, along with drips of contention and small bits of leftover dinner from a few hours prior.
The flea takes her first roll and lands on the square titled “questionable sources”.
Under rule 17 of 65, page 42, paragraph 2, the Flea must tell us a small ‘ditty or two” about the proprietor of such square.
And, since she landed on this square...
