This pitiful, doughy faggot turned up to a gauntlet of flights 24 hours early in a pill haze to:
Immediately dox yet another whale paypig.
Sleep on some nigga's couch and attend a 30 minute procedural hearing that's merely kicked the can down the road while describing it as "trial" the entire time.
Despite all the talk of meeting an atomic wedgie with knives and knuckle dusters knowing full well he doesn't wear underwear, he spent the run-up denying he was Ethan Ralph when somebody made inconsequential small talk, took some creepshots and scurried inside the courthouse.
His notes mostly consist of paranoid, incoherent scribbles seething about how fashionable suspected Farmers are. He is malding in particular about being waved to by a conventionally attractive woman and smiled at by a dapper mahogany sun god with impeccable teeth.
He denies being bald even though I'm pretty certain during his many pill streams when he starts nodding off and tipping forward, there is a very distinct, smooth eggshell looking area on his crown.
He offered emotional support to Lady Rackets, who he has called a whore multiple times. Afterwards, Nick clowned on him by implying he has the stature of a deflated child with progeria.
All in all, time and money well spent, pimp. Consider the farms thoroughly owned.
We love our niggers, our court reporters
