Freakin Jury Duty.

Well crap salad on a Sunday, I have been selected for freaking jury duty. Me, jury duty? What the everloving blue eyed hell?
I feel sorry for anybody that is brought to trial while I am on jury duty. Boom! They’re guilty. Period. Now give me my sammich and let me go home.
Unless it is some big shot that is willing to pay me millions of dollars, then they’re innocent.
Yes sir. I can’t be had but I can be bought.
I have several questions before I can be on stinking jury duty.
Will they serve beer?
Can I record the trial for my blog?
Can I pick the method of execution in a death penalty case?
Do I have to stay awake?
Do I have to wear pants or is it acceptable to wear just my boxers?
Will they have sammiches?
Oh well time to perform my civic freaking duty and try to fry some crook.

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