I have been out of town for two days but am now back. I know everybody missed me terribly. But there is no need to kill yourself just yet. The Judge has returned safe and sound.



Sorry for the absence, gang. I was cleaning out my garage, when my life-size marble statue of Earl Warren fell down on my and crushed my spine. I'm okay now, I'm taking vitamins. But I was stuck underneath Earl Warren for two days. Eventually, I started to go mad and began engaging in conversations with the stone Warren. He revealed to me that he was, in fact, the one who killed JFK. He also mentioned that it's about time for a new Bonnie Hunt sitcom.





So anyway, I'm back. I see you have all been very bad while I was away. You're not allowed to appoint a new Judge. In the event of my death, you are all to be entombed with me as living slaves for the underworld.