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Too nice for court
The sky above was blue and cloudless. Only a light breeze ruffled the treetops outside the window. If the judge had been a lawmaker instead of a law interpreter he knew he would be making laws forbidding court sessions on such glorious days.
"Well," he mused, dragging his eyes back to the court, "I guess there's no way out. I might just as well tune back in on the case."
"And in addition to that, Your Honour," the barrister for the defence was droning, "my client claims she was beaten into insensibility by a golf club in the hand of her husband."
"How many strokes?" murmured the judge absently.