Annual Tradition

The only mail I got yesterday is my ritual mail I receive EVERY GODDAMN YEAR.

Yep. Jury duty.

To the charming keeper of the juror selection list: I hope your privates are infested with hungry fire ants and your automobile consistently suffers from expensive maladies. I hope you suffer eternal indigestion and every time you encounter any form of primate whatsoever, said primate flings fecal matter at your face while your mouth is open.

I believe I have made my stance and position clear.