Pound that Gavel

If you are ever in the mood for some good baby mama drama I recommend dedicating a half hour to sit down and watch the honorable Judge Hatchett. Many a lunch hour have been spent staring at the TV wondering if this trogladitic half brother of a crack whore really impregnated a whiny skank of a mom. It really does never get old. The judge goes through all the drama first, yells at the subjects (the woman usually accompanied by her 33 year old mom....the guy with his new fiance), then finally reads the results of the DNA test to find out who is really the baby's daddy. I love it when she finally reads the results. The party that wins always slams on the desk and thanks the lord haleluia. If the woman falsely accuses the male then she gets to have a special meeting in the judges chamber to have a nice heart to heart. Usually the woman gets accosted for not telling who the real dad was, which could be found easier by flipping to a page in the phone book and picking a name at random. These skanks would not even be good enough for my friend Danny. I find myself hooked to this show and I cant turn it off until I find out the truth. I find it hard to believe that there are that many low lives running around this counrty. Really makes me thankful that I have Judge Hatchett to help keep these asshats in line.