Achtung!
I got my official Summons for Jury Service from Los Angeles Superior Court in the mail. I get to fulfill my civic duty, though I understand the chances of me actually getting picked for a jury are minimal. All well. We can only do our best to get picked. I've been thinking up things I should shout out at random with a hickish accent in the courtroom:
* "I can make farm animal noises! Name anything, and I'll do it!"
* "I done gone found me a hamster in my underpants this mornin'."
* "That big black guy in handcuffs turns me on."
* "He couldn't have committed murder! He's white! His lawyer did it, because he's obviously a Mexican!"
I went to the doctor and got some x-rays done, today. Everything looked relatively normal, and the doctor wants me to do physical therapy three days a week for three weeks. Awwww, man. I wanted surgery--a quick fix. Damn it.
I really miss going to my kickboxing classes. This sucks. Instead of kickboxing, today, I did laundry. How fulfilling.
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So instead of clean clothes, you used to just kickbox someone in the head if they suggested you change your clothes? Good work man!! That's some mighty fine lateral thinking!
You: "I believe in capital punishment."
Judge: "But this is a civil trial."
You: "So?"
"They said you was hung."
"And they was right."
What movie is that from?
Blazing Saddles. Duh!
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