A farmer is arrested on charges of bestiality and thrown in jail. "Don't worry," says his court-appointed attorney, "I know how to pick a good jury."
When the trial starts, the farmer's neighbor testifies that he saw the farmer mount a goat, and that after climaxing the goat turned around and licked the farmer's balls.
The farmer cringes in his chair as intense muttering breaks out among the jurors.
"Quiet!" admonishes the judge. "You're not supposed to talk to one another until deliberation."
"Sorry, your honor," says the jury foreman. "We were just saying how a good goat will do that for ya every time."