Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful sort,
That started from an email thread, within this tiny Court.
The Chief was fan of flattery, his man-crush too adored.
Their bromance sadly cut his rein ʼbout three years short. ʼBout three years short.
The media was getting rough, the tiny Court was tossed.
If not for the courage of new Chief Prost, the Circuit would be lost. The Circuit would be lost.
Now turn to the tale of the poker crew, they’ve played for a long, long time.
They’re trying to improve their game, it’s an uphill climb.
Kristina and the Goodman too, will do their very best, to make the new clerks comfortable, and liquor up the rest.
No limits and no filters, our evil powers are clear: we killed the King of Pop just like we killed RR’s career.
So join us here each week my friends, you’re sure to get a smile, and now stuck in your head all day is the theme from “Gilligan’s Isle.”
[cue song transition music]
If you like Pina Coladas,
And you’re down for a game
If you’re not into poker,
But you’ll play just the same
If you love talking shit on litigants
And nerding out with your friends
Come to my house this evening*
Where the fun never ends**
*[————] – note later start time
**The fun usually ends around midnight. Then people stumble home at 1.
There will actually be pina coladas.