More bad news for O.J. Simpson: two co-defendants in his Las Vegas armed robbery case have agreed to “plead guilty to reduced charges and testify against the former football star.”
Even though I consider myself a humor columnist (despite my psychiatrist’s pleas), there’s nothing more I can say about this guy. His whole sordid life has been scrutinized in endless detail, from the initial murder charges, to losing his civil lawsuit, to his tactless “If I Did It” manuscript, to his sex tapeI’m going to assume that you haven’t seen his sex tape, because you’re reading these words, and therefore must still possess your eyesight, to his recent murder threats against a handyman, to this recent robbery fiasco in Las Vegas.
There, I just basically wrote his biography. I should get a four-million dollar advance for those words I just wrote. From what I hear, O.J. also used to play football or something, but now he’s dedicated his life to being good old-fashioned crazy.
I actually wrote a computer program to analyze every word ever written or said about him, in an attempt to come up with something new to say. After five hours of beeping and whirring“Beeping and Whirring” would be a good name for a jazz band, or a Silicon Valley-based lesbian porno., it gave me the result I’d been expecting: there is nothing left to say about Orenthal James Simpson that hasn’t already been said on the interweb or in a late night TV host’s monologue. So I’m going to make a promise to you, dear readers. I will never write about O.J. again. Ever. I’m tired of him.
If he’s elected president and is impeached for sexual advances upon farm animals, you won’t hear it from me. If he returns to the NFL and beats out Brett Favre for Green Bay’s starting quarterback, you won’t hear it from me. If he turns out to be a rabid anti-Scientologist and subsequently kidnaps Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes, you DEFINITELY won’t hear it from me because I’m going to be right beside him, helping to apply the duct tape.
Now, to cheer me up, here’s Katie Holmes when she used to be hot, before she traded bodies with Ricki Lake and brains with Ozzy Osbourne.






