I just went to my neighbor’s house because he told me the Anna Nicole Smith trial was on, he has stolen cable, not because I care but because I am

I am watching the judge struggling through the verdict, he’s fucking crazy, he’s talking about his wife and his kids and his mother. I feel like I am in drama class watching some highschool students performance. He is talking about his struggle, he made himself cry, he’s stuttering, it’s next level soap opera shit.

He is living the American dream, he was a taxi driver, became a judge He’s milking this story for all it’s worth. Dude won’t just shut the fuck up, he keeps talking and talking and talking…about how he’s going to give a verdict today…even though the final ruling was supposed to be tomorrow.

I think it’s pretty clear that he’s auditioning for a TV show for his retirement that he was talking about in his weird fucking speech. Everyone wants to be famous.

I don’t understand how this is legal. If I was on trial, I would hate to have some emotional freak show dancing around like a monkey, telling me his life story, imposing his personal opinion. I want my judge to keep his fucking mouth shut and listen to my case, and reference the laws of the fucking land not the laws of his magical playground of a film set that he calls the courtroom.

And the verdict is… The Remains of Anna Nicole Smith Given to her Baby’s Lawyer and the Judge Suggested she be Buried With Her Son in the Bahamas…Who Gives a Fuck Where Her Remains Are, She’s Fuckin’ Dead…

I fucked that one up – because i was so tired of listening to this asshole judge talking.

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