Sometimes I can't control my boundaries. I don't deny that I needed to be in court. One of the first steps in fixing a problem is admitting that there is a problem. At least, that's what they told me the last time I had a mix up with the cops.
I was ready for court. I had done it before, no problem. People will try to say that I was trying to get out of it. The way they say I did it though is so stupid, no one would really do that. Come on.
All I did was try to tell a joke.
The doc's say that I have a condition. Wizteluschuttes or something like that. Anyway, it means that I tell bad jokes at bad times. For example, telling a joke about Ebola in the middle of being asked questions by an, honestly, uptight judge. That man had no sense of humor.
It wasn't my fault. I have a condition. But did the cops see it that way? Hell, no. They treated me like a risk to the public. And because I embarrassed them so much, they said that I said I had Ebola. They're deaf as well as humorless.
Instead of blaming me for something I can't control, maybe you should get me to a doc. I have a condition after all.
Florida Man tries to avoid court appearance by claiming he has Ebola. - Washington Post
No actual sexy or pants were involved in this creative endeavor.
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