You'd have to be retarded to think anybody would buy a story like that.
It's a wild tale that could only come from a galactic mind, which is to say a brain permanently perfused with the miracles of Galaxy Gas.
Nuh-uh, he's been very clear that because he's not in a position to observe the state of either cope, the copes should be treated as both true and false at the same time:
What is this Swiss-cheese-brained niggerfaggotbabble? We think Nick did something as absurdly outlandish as dose his own daughter with cocaine because HIS DAUGHTER FUCKING TESTED POSITIVE FOR FUCKING COCAINE.
And all he can come up with to try to distract from this obvious conclusion from the facts is outrageously bizarre flights of fancy. Somehow they always change.
So the test was bogus, it was fake, it was rigged, they did it wrong, they mixed up the samples.
But it was because the cop grabbed handfuls of cocaine and rubbed it into her hair, just because, I guess. Because he's such a rebel who THREW IT ON THE GROUND and STOOD UP TO THE MAN. Or whatever Nickerbabble he said when he came up with that particular lie.
But the test was fake and rigged and wrong and these tests don't even work and they're like astrology basically.
But then the fake rigged test that never works and is always wrong (and yet is accepted universally under both the
Daubert and
Frye standards in every single state in the country) is because the fake rigged test that is always wrong detected that Aaron put cocaine in the Spaghetti-Os he cooked for Nick's stinking, starving children who were so neglected that multiple mandatory reporters called the cops on him.
Fuck this idiot.
This is literally a vast oversimplification of the immense number of lies Nick has told on this very specific issue. It is why dealing with narcissistic pathological liars is utterly exhausting. You think it's infuriating dealing with a worthless constantly lying faggot like this just following him online to laugh at him (when you are not secretly seething at just having to look at him) is a pain in the ass?
Imagine actually living with such a worthless vexatious cocksucker. Every word he utters is his own Russell Greer-tier act of vexatious existing. If you had to live around Nick, you'd know any time he wasn't comatose from drug abuse would be some time you'd have to live in fear of him opening his lie-hole and spewing some other vile Mouth of Sauron shit at you.
No wonder Kayla is a pill zombie.
She needs to reclaim her life, but is too weak. Grima Spermtongue controls her.