So I had to look up a case for The Cool Attorney. As I was reading through it, the name “Frankfurter” jumped at me from the page. It was preceded by the word, “Justice,” so immediately my brain had to hear, “Justice Sweet Transvestite, from Transsexual Transylvania.”
Then I thought that would be an awesome name for a drag queen, “Justice Sweet Transvestite.” She could wear judicial robes, big powdered wig, pink latex gloves, platform boots and carry a giant gavel. She could spout bon mots such as “I’m ruling for love in your favor,” “Guilty of love in the first degree,” and Here come da judge.” OK, I’m reaching with that last one, but you get the picture.
Is it any wonder I get so few things accomplished?