There are a few professions that get no respect. Lawyers are one.
Even Shakespeare got into the game, however that specific quote didn’t really mean what we think it did. “The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers” is actually said by a criminal in how to improve a country.
In other words, how to make a place better is to remove all the laws.
Or as it was once explained to me, If you want Anarchy just get rid of the Lawyers.
Since it’s a Sunday Morning that’s a little deep so I’ll just lob these two lawyer related jokes over the fence for your enjoyment, neighbor.
An engineer dies and goes to hell.
When he gets down there and starts going through his punishment he get really tired of the constantly bad living conditions, so he starts working.
He makes an industrial air conditioner and gets the temperature under control.
He makes some industrial mining machines and clears the forced labor punishments.
He overhauls the living situations with an entire city of high rise apartments.
Eventually God looks down and notices that he’ll is no longer, well, hell. He calls the devil up to explain what’s going on so the devil tells him, “I got an engineer, it’s awesome!”
God exclaims “An engineer!? I’m sorry that was a mistake you need to send him to heaven where he belongs.”
The devil laughs and tells him no.
God says “don’t make me sue you over this.”
The devil starts cackling and asks “Where are YOU going to get a lawyer!”
God cooly replies “All the good ones argued their way out of hell.”
Lawyer in a car accident
A lawyer opened the door of his BMW, when suddenly a car came along and hit the door, ripping it off completely. When the police arrived at the scene, the lawyer was complaining bitterly about the damage to his precious BMW.
“Officer, look what they’ve done to my Beemer!” he whined.
“You lawyers are so materialistic, you make me sick!” retorted the officer, “You’re so worried about your stupid BMW, that you didn’t even notice that your left arm was ripped off!”
“Oh my god,” replied the lawyer, finally noticing the bloody left shoulder where his arm once was, “Where’s my Rolex!”