TROPICAL HOT DOG NIGHT!

I spent the first part of the day in jury duty waiting to be not picked to serve on a domestic violence case. Some of the court stuff was interesting but then I just degenerated into sloppy sexual fantasies about the defense attorney and several of the women in the jury pool. It was a hormonal trip back to age 15. I blame the school-style desks in the jury assembly room.

There is no parking whatsoever at the Harbor Justice Center. If you ever get called, go a bit early.

Now I am in the Borders and back to the hormones. Ssssmokin’ hot sexylibrarian woman just left, darn that ring on her. Oh, wait, she’s back. Mmmm.

Apart from my base animal desires, which are in rare form today, I also want this! but I do not have $500 handy.

I typed "status" into my browser and hit enter

And it fired up the Google “feeling lucky” feature and I arrived here.

I guess that’s a pretty good default for the word “status”, eh?

the email post o tron ate this one so HAVE SOME IRONY ON ME

I saw a truck in the parking lot at court today, one of those big muscle trucks that all the meatheads have. It was tricked out, bla bla. Also it had one of those big blackletter font signs on the back that are the sign of a true Bro Guy with a sunglasses/skate/surf/snow “business”. The sign said:

CHRONIC INDUSTRIES

Beneath this was a bumpersticker that read:

If you’re headed the wrong way, remember God allows U-turns!