It’s too little, too late, but OJ’s finally going to do time. For that stupid, stupid Vegas robbery.
I bet OJ’s all kindsa pissed off. He’s getting zero points for not murdering all involved, including his fellow jackasses, the room service waiters, the maids on turn-down service, and any passing valets. At other hotels.
So, just to dance on the grave OJ will be buried alive in for at least 9 years, hows about a contest in very poor taste?
When I read the news, I immediately laughed since someone of his intellect is probably bemoaning not having killed all the witnesses. Which reminded me of Kenny Roger’s “Lucille” lyrics. Leaving aside my embarrassing but abiding love for country music, this song strikes me as the best way to laugh at OJ finally getting what he deserved.
So, write some killer kick-him-when-he’s down lyrics for the title “You Picked a Fine Time to Stop Killing, OJ.” (Or, ok, for any OJ song you like, party poopers), and I’ll send the best entry some MoJo swag.
C’mon. It’s Christmas time. Let’s not discriminate against us Grinches.