What Not To Say To The Judge
June 24, 2009 · Posted in Yobs
Location: Fort Smith, Arkansas. From Breitbart/AP…
A mother who drank 13 beers before a psychological evaluation failed to recover custody of her three young children despite claiming she wasn’t drunk because she “can drink like a fish.” The woman wanted to get the children back from her husband’s stepmother.
You know, the notion that fish can hold their liquor is an old wives tale and this clip is proof.
As always, I got to warn that this one is pretty twisted so, if you have the continence, click pause on the music player before playing the YouTube.
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Pribek At Zazzle
The post to blame: Most Peculiar Mama (Don't Eat Your Cat)
Urb Word: June 24: brown chicken, brown cow
An onomatopoeic imitation of the guitar riff commonly heard in 1970′s porn movies.
Jim: “Hey, where are Abby and Jake?”
Tom: “Brown chicken, brown cow.”
Video is like the Psy students at my old college in ’74 running experiments late at night on lab animals. What happens when we give Quaalude’s to monkeys? *[nervous laughter.. hehehehe]*
Fish Don’t let friends Drink… Gulp!
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Standing before the judge… and I have… is similar to open Mic night… No?
Sort of a chance at stardom. Everything is recorded, documented and annotated. Only that I, unfortunately, thought of this afterward. When standing there, *[it was only contempt charge]*, I completely lost my voice to dry mouth. my feet turned to clay, and I had a sudden need to pee, and run.
So, brothers, buck up… don’t be a little chicken-s**t like I was… take a chance — pitch yourself that’s Entertainment!
June 25: This guy knows what I’m talking about
An expression used to diffuse responsibility for an unpopular statement made in a public setting. Typically used to imply complicity or collusion on the part of an unwilling stranger.
You: “I mean, really, who hasn’t made out with a rundown fat chick in a moment of drunken desperation.”
Crowd: *silence*
You: *smile and point to a random guy in the crowd* “This guy knows what I’m talking about.” EHh?
Oh, and never go before the judge with a nurse shark in your pocket…
the happy aquarium
…that holds true for air conditioners, rods and reels, blow up dolls, and vintage anteek guitars…
I did not make out with a rundown fat chick…in front of my kids.