A judge after your own heart.
Something tells me the judge’s own lawn might be improved by a load of horse manure.
I see I am not the only one with your number.
Some people are dicks and don’t know it. Some revel in it.
May God judge your soul kindly, for I don’t see if there is anything redeeming in you. I pray God sees something because I have not. I fear for your soul friend. May your final cruise bring peace... or the sidewalk.
Sorry Nick... Had to call him out.