Sounds to me like French fries on a full moon…” The plaintiff and defendant stare blankly at their southern judge. Another stupid expression they don’t understand. This time a mans libidinal urge - possibly even life - hanging in the balance. “Necessary!” clarifies the judge with a roll of his eyes and smack of the gavel on the asses of the women whose fart air controls our fine atmosphere
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