You were the temporary judge who presided over my girlfriendNs speeding case. Apparently, driving 16 mph over the speed limit warrants a $400 fine, but the bailiff told the entire courtroom that the judge usually lowers the fines for people who take time to appear in court. Then you waltzed in wearing a crooked bow tie and disheveled judgeNs robe, instructing the court that you would not be lowering anyoneNs fines that day. Why? Because you “just didnNt feel like it,” laughing as if this were some game for you. After you refused to lower my girlfriendNs $400 ticket, you launched into a five-minute mind fart about television commercials you didnNt like while my girlfriend stood before you confused and nervous. Sure, youNre just a temporary judge, but youNre also a full-time jerk-off.
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