[I Buried My Guns]

Gimme a box of chablis and a bag of pork cracklins and that would be the perfect romantic evening for me to hit that not-guilty lady. In a respectful, clothing-optional environment, of course.

[I Buried My Guns]

Oh wait. That is not the lady I was envisioning. She looks like she already ate my bag of cracklins, as well as the rest of the hog.

Alas, this court must find her GUILTY.