It’s been a week of shitty news followed by shitheads capitalizing on said shit, so here’s a ray of sunshine piercing through the storm: O.J. Simpson is sitting in jail obsessing over Kim Kardashian and could get out as early as 2017! Is anyone else doing the pee-pee dance? I’m doing the pee-pee dance. Radar reports:
“He has several sexy pictures of Kim hanging up in his prison cell from her 2007 Playboy shot and he isn’t shy about showing her picture to fellow inmates,” an insider told us.
Simpson joked to a pal, “She likes black ball players, I am a Hall of Famer — and I still have my Heisman award,” a dig at Kardashian’s former boyfriend Reggie Bush who gave back his college football Heisman trophy after it came to light of some unethical dealings he was involved during his college playing days.
Not creepy enough for you? Let me check in the back. Wait one second.
As far as her recent wedding to Kanye West, Simpson doesn’t think that it’s any big deal saying, “As long as I am in prison, I can’t be with her so Kanye can have her for now.
“But when I get out she’s mine.”
And I also found these. They’re a size murder.
“He reads every magazine he can about her and when she is on TV he demands silence from his fellow inmates so he can watch without interruption. He’s even tried to get in contact with her, but so far she hasn’t responded to him.”
So anyone know how I can get in touch with the parole board and testify on O.J.’s behalf? Because I feel like he’s truly rehabilitated himself and, I dunno, found Jesus. Also, I’m going to need his current glove size. For winter. Juice hates frostbite.