Just Don’t Do Anything Weird Under That Robe
November 4th, 2004 - 6:55 am
For anybody who was still waiting with baited breath, my old roommate won his judicial race back in our hometown.
Way to go, Paul. I’ll expect my hush-money to arrive in every Monday’s mail…
UPDATE: I particularly like this because now I can call up a real-live judge, say, “What’s up, butt-munch?” and get away with it.
Congrats to your friend. But between you and me, I would not want to see any of my law school roomates become a Judge of anything (‘cept maybe Andy and that would be a judge for Miss America)
Shouldn’t that be ‘bated’ breath?
I think Stephen’s hinting some of us need to brush our teeth.
Back in a minute.
As someone who occassionaly gets to recreate with a judge, I can tell you that when you’re three sheets to the wind with him, all those “sober as a judge” jokes are gonna seem pretty funny (at the time)…
SV Jim -
Haven’t you ever heard of the cat that ate some cheese and waited by the mousehole with baited breath?
I just want to be able to get out of speeding tickets.