I BOUGHT A BOX OF PINK CIGARS JUST IN CASE
My goodness, my goodness, a body rots in a box while a Judge tries to determine who gets to take the stench home. That sounds cold and callous but I have not known anyone to be turned into a saint immediately upon dying except by the person preaching the funeral. This is about being paid for the dirty job. While in another courtroom across the courthouse lawn another Judge tries to assign fatherhood to one of the long line of men in waiting. A court has ruled on taking DNA from that child. Get... Sign in to see full entry.