In case you missed yesterday's late-breaking news, the D.C. Court of Appeals unanimously denied Roy Pearson's petition hear his appeal for a second time.
A three-judge panel previously rejected Pearson's first appeal of his epic $54 million lawsuit against the Chung family-owned dry cleaner over a missing pair of pants. The latest decision found six judges all agreeing with the previous ruling.
In a release to the press this morning, Chung family lawyer Christopher Manning noted that, "Pearson's only remaining option is the U.S. Supreme Court."
Good grief man, don't give Pearson any ideas.
"The Chungs sincerely hope that Mr. Pearson’s three resounding defeats will finally convince him to drop his pursuit of his frivolous claims and to put the case to rest once and for all," Manning said.



I still say Samuel L Jackson should play him in "The People vs Roy Pearson." He does bat$h!t crazy pretty well. And Jet Li should play Mr Chung and kick his litigious ass up by his shoulderblades.
Excellent casting ideas. The pair of pants could be completely CGI and can be secretly walking around, hiding from everyone while keeping track of the story online. Sir Ian McKellen could do the voice.
I get to play myself, a sweet tender loving man, slightly overweight, who trolls the internet, and loves the ladies.
I'll play a reader who just doesn't give a damn, a loose cannon, and a man of all seasons. I'm the man who reads about Pearson's Pants and I sink into a deep dark depression. Upon hearing the news that he looses his case,
I get a little happy, but not too happy because now I am hooked on anti-depressants, and I hang around Harris Teeter
without pants on.
I want to play the old Jewish Dry Cleaner who, through liberal immigration policies of the Johnson administration, lost his Dry Cleaning Establishment to the Chungs.
Bitter in my advanced years, I stand on my porch, onion in my belt, and exclaim;
"Get off my Yarn."
Might I recommend appealing to the United Nations if SCOTUS turns him down yet again?
Oh...I thought it read SCROTUS.
Smithers! Assemble the finest legal minds in the nation! Clarence Darrow, Abraham Lincoln....and who's that young whippersnapper? Oh yes... Wendell Willkie! My pants will have their day in court yet!
Please, please, please Roy Pearson... PLEASE file with the Supremes. We all need a good laugh!!
I would love to hear the verbal bitch-slap Scalia would bring down on these pants.
We are truly stuck in a news cycle here in DC. It's either Shandra Levy or Roy Pearson. Back and forth. Back and forth. On the other cycle it's Marion Barry or Ben's Chili Bowl. What happened to the real stories like a Metro Transit officer keeping a pet raccoon at his station and it turns out to have rabies. The officer made contact with over 100 passengers and the DC area flies off into a panic. Now that's a story!
I can't wait to see that after he does try to bring this to the SCOTUS (you know he will) and they in turn refuse to hear it, Ashton Kutcher will jump out in front of the Chungs and tell them they got Punk't...and...he will be wearing said missing pants.
he can try to bring the case before the supreme court (i refuse to use the all caps abbreviation here, like the one for the president, it's just so damn haughty), but they can choose to hear the case or not, and certainly will not.
The mystery of the missing pants is what was inside the pockets? Pearson had some kind of Buddhist Rosetta Stone in his pocket which leads to a grand treasure beneath the streets of DC. The stone was once owned by a DC C.H.U.D who handed it over to Pearson when Pearson kindly gave him some spare change. Pearson gave the pants over to the Chungs and they claim to have lost it. Pearson knows that the Chungs knew what they had found and still have the stone to this day.
I've got his pants, just because I want to mess with him.
isn't his epic lawsuit a cry for help??
WWRS (What Would Rush Sing)?
Does anyone know what Pearson is doing these days job-wise? Not that I can see anyone hiring him for fear of a lawsuit - or his bursting into tears at the slightest provocation...