No, I'm not talking about the smash hit comedy starring Abe Vigoda, I mean the sit on my ass all day while the judge and the lawyers blather kind. And in spite of my work reporting on local crime and my nutty political views about taking marijuana off the black market so that it can be taxed and regulated, they put me on the jury. With eleven women. Yay.
I'm starting to think that I should've accepted my brother's offer to draw a swastika on my forehead.
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