Best medicine for a Bad Day

Bad day at work? Here’s a pill that always perks me up:

Transcript (partial):

- Buddy is, of course, the name of your donkey.

- Buddy is my ass. That’s correct.

- Can you describe your ass for us, please?

- My ass is about 300-pounds and it’s three-and-a-half feet tall and my ass is kinda furry…and very well groomed. And he’s housebroken.

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- Now, what was the point in bringing him in?

- The best evidence of my ass’ behaviour is looking at my ass face-to-face. I mean, if they’re gonna talk about my ass, don’t you think maybe they ought to be able to see it as opposed to seeing pictures of my ass?

- So did the jury get a pretty good look at it?

- All six jurors got a face-to-face picture of my ass right in the courtroom…I gave them the opportunity to pat my ass or talk to my ass, and then after they observed, my ass went back home.