A murderer without a sense of humor. They're the worst.
I wonder if a death bed confession crossed his mind?
And then there's this:
The Juice Expires (OJ Dead at 76)
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I wonder if a death bed confession crossed his mind?
And then there's this:
Former colleagues at ABC.
View: https://twitter.com/Caitlyn_Jenner/status/1778448234119082427
Good Riddance #OJSimpson
View: https://twitter.com/Caitlyn_Jenner/status/1778448234119082427
Good Riddance #OJSimpson
There is a ton of backstory here.
OJ's defense attorney was Robert Kardashian (they were friends from USC). Robert's wife was Kris. After her divorce from Robert, Kris married Bruce Jenner, who then became Caitlyn.
If not for OJ, the Kardashian phenomena may never have happened, so we have OJ to thank for that too.
If it was me, I would have asked for a police escort to the parking lot.
For the funeral procession, instead of a hearse they should have a parade of White Ford Broncos go down the highway.
My thought in terms of show business was there never would have been a Jackie Chiles character on Seinfeld.
No injuries fortunately, but we were definitely spooked.
No autograph requests were made....we were just happy the encounter ended quickly without bloodshed.
"Hey, dipshit. Who the fuck are you? We weren't talking about you" would have made things far more exciting.
Well done, well done indeed.
Reading your story, I admit my mind flashed to that long, wonderful post by, I think, @The Allented Mr Ripley, where Eric Van….well….. forcibly assaulted our hero. I’m glad OJ didn’t try that on your group.
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No idea if this story is true but it seems plausible. I doubt OJ's criminal behavior toward women started that famous night.
View: https://twitter.com/mouvement33/status/1778566905881829792
View: https://twitter.com/mouvement33/status/1778566905881829792
His criminal behavior certainly didn't start that famous night.
I remember doing a book report back in middle school on him. One of the excerpts from the book was something like "Growing up in SF, when he wasn't running on the field, he was running from the cops"
Not a reflection of my feelings towards OJ, but the post seems sketchy. The post is insinuating that some 30 years after an incident, OJ had a to write a check to USC to make sure USC didn't spill the beans? One would think it's more likely that the actual victims would come forward, not USC.
Plus, OJ never graduated from USC to my knowledge.
If post had included a picture of the now-defunct NDA, that would make it much more interesting.
Yeah, on a second read I agree there are some sketchy elements here, also including the boss being like "You have to sign an NDA anyway because you saw OJ's lawyers in this building, so I'll share this entire sordid story with you."
a bit late but this slayed me.
We do need a Like button (and levels thereof)
BTW you owe me coffee and a keyboard.
This is not remotely football relevant, but it's OJ relevant so here goes...
When I first moved to Los Angeles after living in NYC - over the years, I've done a lot of back and forth, I work in TV - I tutored and drove the kids from a family I knew in New York. They arrived a few months before me and for the few years I worked for them, they rented the house next to OJ's. This began in 1999, so he no longer lived there. (Too busy looking for the real killers and tracking down his Heisman, etc...) We would play basketball in the driveway, which meant the ball went over the fence from time to time, often banging up against what used to be Kato Kaelin's former guest room window. And when the parents of the kids went out of town, I would stay over and sleep in what we always referred to as "the Rose Lopez suite."
Also, years before, on that fateful June night in 1994, I happened to be in town for my best friend's San Diego wedding and was staying in his bride's apartment fifteen minutes from the murder, so it is possible, I suppose, that I am the killer OJ never found.
Glad to be finished with him. What a sad, shameful chapter in our history.
When I first moved to Los Angeles after living in NYC - over the years, I've done a lot of back and forth, I work in TV - I tutored and drove the kids from a family I knew in New York. They arrived a few months before me and for the few years I worked for them, they rented the house next to OJ's. This began in 1999, so he no longer lived there. (Too busy looking for the real killers and tracking down his Heisman, etc...) We would play basketball in the driveway, which meant the ball went over the fence from time to time, often banging up against what used to be Kato Kaelin's former guest room window. And when the parents of the kids went out of town, I would stay over and sleep in what we always referred to as "the Rose Lopez suite."
Also, years before, on that fateful June night in 1994, I happened to be in town for my best friend's San Diego wedding and was staying in his bride's apartment fifteen minutes from the murder, so it is possible, I suppose, that I am the killer OJ never found.
Glad to be finished with him. What a sad, shameful chapter in our history.