Nine lame weenies sitting around the Temple of Justice in Olympia with not a fucking thing to do. They each have at least two clerks, and the number of cases they take on is absolutely minimal. Several commute from Seattle--that's four hours a day in a car, so how much time is left for actually being a Supreme Court Justice? If they were in a private law firm, they'd all be fired in a week.
Take it from me, though, lose it and grow some mutton chops. Women love mutton chops. Hell, everyone loves mutton chops.
And and and I'll check my tire pressure. So there.