Oj Simpson ... if he did it

[Mingdu]

Excerpt from the book that was posted online yesterday ... can probably find it if you look hard

I looked over at Goldman, and I was fuming. I guess he thought I was going to hit him, because he got into his little karate stance. "What the [censored] is that?" I said. "You think you can take me with your karate [censored]?" He started circling me, bobbing and weaving, and if I hadn't been so [censored] angry I would have laughed in his face.

"O.J., come on!" It was Charlie again, pleading.

Nicole moaned, regaining consciousness. She stirred on the ground and opened her eyes and looked at me, but it didn't seem like anything was registering.

Charlie walked over and planted himself in front of me blocking my view. "We are [censored] done here, man--let's go!"

I noticed the knife in Charlie's hand, and in one deft move I removed my right glove and snatched it up. "We're not going anywhere," I said, turning to face Goldman. Goldman was still circling me, bobbing and weaving, but I didn't feel like laughing anymore.

"You think you're tough, [censored]?" I said.

I could hear Charlie just behind me, saying something, urging me to get the [censored] out of there, and at one point he even reached for me and tried to drag me away, but I shook him off, hard, and moved toward Goldman. "Okay, [censored]!" I said. "Show me how tough you are!"

Then something went horribly wrong, and I know what happened, but I can't tell you exactly how. I was still standing in Nicole's courtyard, of course, but for a few moments I couldn't remember how I'd gotten there, when I'd arrived, or even why I was there. Then it came back to me, very slowly: The recital--with little Sydney up on stage, dancing her little heart out; me, chipping balls into my neighbor's yard; Paula, angry, not answering her phone; Charlie, stopping by the house to tell me some more ugly [censored] about Nicole's behavior. Then what? The short, quick drive from Rockingham to the Bundy condo.

And now? Now I was standing in Nicole's courtyard, in the dark, listening to the loud, rhythmic, accelerated beating of my own heart. I put my left hand to my heart and my shirt felt strangely wet. I looked down at myself. For several moments, I couldn't get my mind around what I was seeing. The whole front of me was covered in blood, but it didn't compute. Is this really blood? I wondered. And whose blood is it? Is it mine? Am I hurt?

[RunyonAve]

If the glove doesn't fit, you must aquit.

[FatBottomedGirls]

tldr

lol @ "if"

[btmagnetw]

i can't see if this link works because i'm at work but i hope its the madtv oj simpson bloopers video

http://www.blacknews.com/video/oj-bloopers.html