Da Judge is Tired.
Yes, I served as a judge today, and yes, I am tired. Lest you think I spent the day wearing robes and rapping a gavel, I did not. Rather, I spent the morning and afternoon doing my annual stint as a judge in a truck rodeo.
That’s about as close as I’ll ever get to being a robe-wearing judge.
Sounds like it’s time for a frosty libation! Just Damn!
Comment by Dax Montana — September 27, 2008 @ 4:30 pm
That’s a lot closer to wearing robes and having a grabbel than SOME judges should have gotten…
Comment by DMerriman — September 27, 2008 @ 8:26 pm
I bet it’s hard to wrestle a truck to the ground and tie it up.
Comment by LeeAnn — September 27, 2008 @ 10:48 pm
I once wore a judge’s robe and a Halloween mask of Beavis (of Beavis and Butt-head) and carried a gavel. But that’s a story for another time.
Comment by dogette — September 28, 2008 @ 10:33 am
Hey, I wore that outfit on my honeymoon!
Comment by LeeAnn — September 28, 2008 @ 6:21 pm
Was it one of those rodeos for those cowboys who ride 18 wheelers?
Comment by GUYK — September 29, 2008 @ 8:38 am