Just Don't Do Anything Weird Under That Robe

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.