Nobody likes getting called for jury service. Not Mr. T, not me, nobody.
So it's natural to try to get out of it.
Here's a hint, though: when filling out an excuse affidavit justifying why you should not be called to service, resist the temptation to tell the judge that you would rather count the wrinkles on your dog's balls than spend time in his company. As the somewhat intemperate potential juror Erik Anthony Slye has now discovered, judges don't like that sort of thing. Judges spend a vast amount of time doing things that are much worse than examining dog balls, and even more time interacting with people less pleasant than a hound's taint. They get very few chances for amusement and personal gratification. Don't tempt them to send the marshals or sheriff's deputies out to get you.
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