With all the celebrity television shows watching every move
that every celebrity makes, how can a former football star named after a tasty
beverage head-up an armed robbery without the sneaky media getting all up in
his business? According to an article on
excite.com, "An apparent audiotape of O.J. Simpson's standoff with men
he accused of stealing his memorabilia begins with the ex-NFL star demanding, 'Don't
let nobody out this room. ... Think you can steal my (expletive) and sell
it?'" That's right, bitches! O.J. has come for his shit and he's not going
to take it. Simpson was then booked and jailed by the Las
Vegas police. Simpson claimed that the autographed
sports memorabilia was his but that when he originally tried to get police
involved that they weren't responsive. "The police, since my trouble, have
not worked out for me," the Juice said, noting that whenever he has called
the police "It just becomes a story about O.J." Well, O.J., you are
one of the most despised celebrities walking the streets.
Mike Riccio set up a meeting with collectors under the guise
that he had a private collector interested in buying Simpson's items. Riccio
believed Simpson was planning to confront Alfred Beardsley, who was allegedly
planning to auction off Simpson memorabilia. Simpson was angry with Beardsley
and another collector, Bruce Fromong. During the robbery, Simpson was
accompanied by men he met at a wedding cocktail party, and they took the collectibles.
Fromong said Simpson was the last of the men to enter the hotel room.
"O.J. was the last person I was expecting to see and when I saw him I was
just thinking, 'O.J., how can you be this stupid?'" True, Bruce, so true.
How stupid can he be? It seems now that the sky's the limit for his stupidity.
But what about the men accompanying him that he met at a wedding cocktail
party? Who's really the stupid one now, huh? Here's some audio at tmz.com.
Occasionally, my cat walks around the house with some
dingleberries on his rear end. Now, if you own a cat, you know they have an
affinity for sticking their butts in your face. It's their way of saying,
"Hello." If I lived in Ogden, Utah,
I could give him a stinky butt citation. According to an article on
app.com, "Ogden, Utah,
officials have enlisted citizens, with the help of a $1,475 olfactometer, to
sniff out objectionable odors in the city." Seems the town has received
tons of complaints about stink bombs coming from a nearby pet food company. The
volunteers will be trained to use the device that hopefully will help identify
noxious odors that impact air quality. And who will these volunteers be?
Doesn't seem like the people complaining about the smell would want to go find
the smell, now would they?
Do you think you could eat the same thing for a month? If
you're a brave man like Tyler Riewer, you can. According to an article
on wlbz2.com, "Imagine eating the same food, every meal for 30
straight days. One Lincoln, Nebraska
man has done that for the past month, and we are not talking about burgers or
pizza either. Tyler Riewer ate [Spam] every day, for every meal, for the last month."
Oh man, I want to barf already. Tyler
promised two of his friends that if they finished a book they were writing
about Spam that he would live on it for a month. And he did and he grew to love
the meat product. "It has come to the point where I go to the grocery
store and walk down the aisle and say, 'Oh, rice would be good with spam.' And
then what else goes with rice and spam? It gets tough," said Riewer. After
a month, you would think Tyler
would be insane from all of the Spam he ingested. But that's not true. "I
will probably keep some Spam in the cupboard, though. There is a place in my
heart for the Spam now," said Riewer. Tyler, Tyler,
sitting in a tree. S-P-A-M-I-N-G...
And finally, in what I think is a stroke of pure genius,
fashion icon Marc Ecko
purchased the Barry Bonds record-breaking home run ball for $752,467 in the
Sotheby's/SCP bidding war and will let the public vote what to do with it.
Your choices are:
- Send
it to Cooperstown with an asterisk - to signify the
controversy that has accompanied Bonds' home-run record.
- Send
it to Cooperstown without an asterisk.
- Launch
it into outer space.
Why did he buy the ball in the first place? "I was at a
dinner and everyone was worked up; someone to the right of me was like, 'It's
real, it's legitimate,' on the left of me someone was saying, 'No way, it's
tainted, it needs a footnote,'" Ecko recalled. "And someone across
from me just rolled their eyes. Maybe I had too much wine that night, but I put
my hand down and I was like, 'I'm going to get that ball.'" So, in a quick
stroke of genius, you can vote on the balls fate. Go here to vote. I'm not going to lie;
I voted for outer space. What could be more poetic than that?
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