Heart Attack, Buffalo Wings and Vodka

In the aggregate, Buffalo Wings and Vodka cracks me up. But his latest post about 1L's frantically applying for summer positions nearly gave me a heart-attack. He writes:

It's the first of December, which for me means giving my landlady her monthly foot rub. But for thousands of 1L's it means sending out those varied and inspirational cover letters and resumés to law firms all over the country in hopes of nabbing the killer 1L summer gig that will enable them to phone in the rest of law school from a whorehouse in Brazil.

What the...? Did he just say resumés? I just spent about as much as the national debt making copies of a cover letter that promised to accompany a résumé not resumé. Great! I'm going the be the laughing stock of the entire U.S. District Court for the Central District of California. It's not enough that I ensured FedEx-Kinkos' viability into the 22nd century by copying my writing sample with the gross error of concluding the exact opposite of the entire discussion (by using inapplicable instead of applicable in the last sentence), but now I have to worry about the extra accent mark in the cover letter.

I did say he nearly gave me a heart attack. A quick check of Meriam-Webster reveals:

Main Entry: ré·su·mé Variant(s): or re·su·me or re·su·mé

Sigh. Now I just have to worry about the (in)applicability of my writing sample. And of course there's the whole outlining bit. Now here I nearly had a heart-attack from laughing and pissing in my pants. Aggregate, normal.