Sometimes love is intense. Hot and intense.
First thing you should do when trying to assess a high risk situation involving a naked guy and a knife: try not to laugh, and then call somebody else to handle it.
If you're a cop in Texas, maybe sit this one out...
The moral of this story is: be careful what you feed your bus driver. Especially if they like candy.
One thing that the 4th of July and gender reveal parties have in common: someone's liable to lose a finger. Or their cajones.
Is it just me, or does that baby look just like his doctor?
A fool and his money are soon... well, headed to the clink.
We always knew bikers were badass, but we weren't necessarily thinking of the guys on Schwinns...
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Life hint: nobody wants to see their lawyer in their birthday suit. Not even the bartender.
To everyone who is getting married this year, it's a good idea to make sure that it's still 'optional' to get hammered at your wedding.
Things that belong in the courtroom: fairies, fighterjets, and freakin' fools.
Keep your friends close, and your golf carts closer.
Jury Excuse No. 625: I'm cheating on my husband, and it's exhausting.
Here in Oregon, we're not even sure what "drugs" are anymore.
Sometimes a routine traffic stop turns into something too bizarre for words, but not too bizarre to get sued over.
Florida is drawing a line in the proverbial sand: a straight line.
Some folks were born to be smugglers, and some folks were just born to be on a Law Bite episode.
I swear to you, this episode is as close to the truth as this show will ever get.
Don't be surprised to see the Zurich West Prison as the newest listing on AirBnB (with "strip search" as a featured amenity).
This is America, where football is a good reason to fall suddenly ill.
This is probably the corniest episode we've ever done, but it had to be done.
Someday we will no longer have to endure the tyranny of having the parking guy chalk our car tires in the 2-hour zone. Viva la revolucion!
Life hint: you can't just put lipstick on a dead guy and wheel 'im around town. Nobody's gonna buy it.