A handful members of the Boiler Room went to lunch at Saigon today with a handful of the real lawyers, and it got a bit crowded in the car. We solved the space problem by "slamming" the Director into the trunk. Please submit your suggested captions for the above photo in the comments area.Our driver played some Leonard Cohen to liven up the mood. The windows steamed up. Footprints started showing up on the windows. Yes, footprints.
Yes I called my footprints all night
But they don't seem to care
The last time that I saw them
They were leafing through your hair
Footprints, footprints
Where are you now my footprints?
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