James Orr: crazy man, con man or connoisseur?

We’ll spare you the pictures. We’ll spare you the court stenographer’s detailed description. All we’ll say is if you weren’t in a Cincinnati courtroom when James Orr needed a snack, consider yourself lucky.

It seems the lifelong conman wanted to prove to the judge is was nuts. So what did he do? He whipped out his colostomy bag and made himself a feces and urine lunch.  Orr’s little impromtu homestyle buffet caused a full-scale hurlfest and sent the courtroom crowd into a shitstorm of a panic, the likes of which have not been seen since Wendy’s started serving fingers with their chili.

Orr, who clearly needed a few lessons from Miss Manners, left dookie on his lips, beard and hands, and scttered poo across the defense table where he was sitting.

Sucks to be the cleaning lady on duty that day, huh?

The judge, still trying to contain his own dry heaves, called for the court to be adjourned and for the area to be sealed off as a biohazard. No reports on what Mr. Orr will bring for breakfast when trial resumes later this week.