Wednesday, July 6, 2016

8372. HAMMERIN' HANK, THE CHISOLM HOLE

HAMMERIN' HANK, 
THE CHISOLM HOLE
Everybody in the massed-out crowd was
howling for death or a finish - 'get that
dumb bastard out of his chair, and now!' 
went the cry. The judge came in wearing 
a roller skate hat. No one said a word 
about that. There wasn't any bailiff,
just a guy eating eggs. 
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I arose and spoke from my seat.
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'From where I sit, I can't see a
thing, your Honor, because I'm
standing.' The judge laughed in
my face and said, 'On her?
I never touched her.'

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