Trying to get out of jury duty. Wearing clown wig, bathed in Old Spice, saying I hate everyone...Y'know, my normal first date routine.
How it works at Brooklyn courthouse: Defendants = presumed innocent. Jurors = presumed idiotic.
Jury duty should be renamed New Adventures in Body Odor. This room smells like a Best Buy with a top note of Coney Island.
Guy next to me 1) talking about yoga & 2) wearing skull and crossbone socks. Flexible AND dangerous! A regular bikram pirate!!
It's sure to get all Law and Order-y soon, right?