Snakes on a Plane and the Law
Tonight, like any other warm-blooded American should have, I went out to see Snakes on a Plane. Of course, I happened to see it at the Alamo Drafthouse, which means I didn't just see the movie. I also was entertained by redneck snakehandlers before the show.Because my friends and I only got there thirty minutes prior to showtime, we were forced to sit in the neck-constricting front row. This also meant we were less than five feet from the snake demonstration. So while the rest of the audience could observe Gomer and Goober's show from a distance, I actually had to deal with the motherfucking snakes in the motherfucking theater. (He had five different snakes, all of which could kill a person.)
And that's when I realized how the law has already infected my brain. My only consoling thought through the whole "snakehandling demonstration" was how many parties I could sue and for how much, should one of those snakes bite me. What the difference would be if I was killed or just injured. Whether I could make the city of Austin or state of Texas a party. This line of thought continued throughout the movie.
I hear my torts professor is a very comical guy. If he ever creates a Snakes on the Plane hypo, I will become his disciple. No really.
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posted by The Lioness @ 11:49 PM
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