>> ^radioRaheem:
was that real?


/facepalms

>> ^Xax:
I forget where I heard it, but apparently OJ was given some sort of treatment (a drug, I think) to make his hands bloated so they wouldn't fit the gloves during the trial.





Its not that the his fingers were too fat, its that they were too long. The fingers of the glove were so short that the palm of the glove went past his knuckles.

I forget where I heard it, but apparently OJ was given some sort of treatment (a drug, I think) to make his hands bloated so they wouldn't fit the gloves during the trial.

I recognized OJ Simpson on the far left, and was that Tupac in the back on the right side?

Just let him go, there is no reason to you can and will get him later.

A couple of weeks ago I witnessed a no siren chase between an unmarked (state trooper, or federal) car and a Porsche. The badge was driving down very safely but the Porsche was in and out of lanes. Was interesting, they were going about 85- 95 during rush hour.

Criminals that get away with things... never get chased. ('Cept for OJ)

Its like chasing a guy on a Hayabusa, your interceptor will not catch him.

It's trendy right now to "dislike" America and Religion. At one time maybe it was independent thought, but now it's just trendy. Most people can't even come up with good reasons "I just have problems with religion. I just have problems with the way the US handles things."
QM why do you even feel the need to defend anything? The only time that people need to defend the US is when the people who complain actually do something. But right now, it's like someone who refuses to get a new job because they are having too much fun bitching and moaning about their current one.
And find me someone who's never accidentally tried a door that didn't work or was locked because that man is a god.
Oh, and OJ Simpson is black, no one would ever consider him a novelist... duh.
He's our athlete, cause americans have the most unreasonably violent athletes and sports fans in the world, oh wait... damn I can't even type it with a straight face.

this is good stuff, anything with an OJ Simpson appearance deserves an upvote

*woohoo, reminds me of the OJ Simpson reference list. and speaking of the terrible tag, who DID give him a green light?

You guys are hella dopes. Burden of proof? Beyond reasonable doubt? WTF chumps!?

Tell me how someone can upvote a video within 30 seconds of posting, and this isn't any video in the queue, this is one person only upvoting one specific video. You would have to be in the same room. Even with IM I don't believe someone could send you a link and you could be at your computer, read the IM, click the link, then upvote in 30 seconds. Sure it *is* possible, but it is also possible OJ didn't cut a woman's neck straight through to the spine.

It is either a sock puppet or a roommate. Dag, is the IP geographically close? Listed as a proxy? A TOR exit server?

For those who want to sing along


I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop
the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

Now what you hear is not a test--i'm rappin to the beat
and me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
see i am wonder Mike and i like to say hello
to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow
but first i gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie
say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
let's rock, you dont stop
rock the riddle that will make your body rock
Well so far youve heard my voice but i brought two friends along
and next on the Mike is my man Hank
come on, Hank, sing that song

Well, im imp the dimp the ladies pimp
the women fight for my delight
but im the grandmaster with the three mcs
that shock the house for the young ladies
and when you come inside, into the front
you do the freak, spank, and do the bump
and when the sucker mcs try to prove a point
we're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint
a from sun to sun and from day to day
i sit down and write a brand new rhyme
because they say that miracles never cease
i've created a devastating masterpiece
i'm gonna rock the Mike til you cant resist
everybody, i say it goes like this
well i was comin home late one dark afternoon
a reporter stopped me for a interview
she said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
that i'm vicious on the Mike and the turntables
this young reporter i did adore
so i rocked a vicious rhyme like i never did before
she said damn fly guy im in love with you
the casanova legend must have been true
i said by the way baby what's your name
said i go by the name of Lois Lane
and you could be my boyfiend you surely can
just let me quit my boyfriend called superman
i said he's a fairy i do suppoose
flyin through the air in pantyhose
he may be very sexy or even cute
but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit
i said you need a man who's got finesse
and his whole name across his chest
he may be able to fly all through the night
but can he rock a party til the early light?
he cant satisfy you with his little worm
but i can bust you out with my super sperm
i go do it, i go do it, i go do it, do it , do it
an i'm here an i'm there i'm big bang Hank, i'm everywhere
just throw your hands up in the air
and party hardy like you just dont care
let's do it dont stop yall a tick a tock yall you dont stop
go hotel motel what you gonna do today(say what)
im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def oj
everybody go hotel motel holiday inn
you say if your girl starts actin up then you take her friend
i say skip, dive, what can i say
i cant fit em all inside my oj
so i just take half and bust them out
i give the rest to master gee so he could shock the house

i said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e
i said i go by the unforgettable name
of the man they call the master gee
well, my name is known all over the world
by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
i'm goin down in history
as the baddest rapper there could ever be
now i'm feelin the highs and ya feelin the lows
the beat starts gettin into your toes
ya start poppin ya fingers and stompin your feet
and movin your body while youre sittin in your seat
and the damn ya start doin the freak
i said damn, right outta your seat
then ya throw your hands high in the air
ya rockin to the rhythm, shake your derriere
ya rockin to the beat without a care
with the sureshot m.c.s for the affair
now, im not as tall as the rest of the gang
but i rap to the beat just the same
i dot a little face and a pair of brown eyes
all i'm here to do ladies is hypnotize
singin on n n on n on n on
the beat dont stop until the break of dawn
singin on n n on n on on n on
like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
pop da pop pop ya dont dare stop
come alive yall gimme what ya got
i guess by now you can take a hunch
and find that i am the baby of the bunch
'but that's okay i still keep in stride
cause all i'm here to do is just wiggle your behind
singin on n n on n on n on
the beat dont stop until the break of dawn
singin on n n on n on on n on
rock rock yall throw it on the floor
im gonna freak ya here im gonna feak ya there
im gonna move you outta this atmosphere
cause im one of a kind and ill shock your mind
ill put t-t-tickets in your behind
i said 1-2-3-4, come on girls get on the floor
a-come alive, yall a-gimme what ya got
cause im guaranteed to make you rock
i said 1-2-3-4 tell me wonder mike what are you waitin for?

i said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie
the hip hip hop, a you dont stop
the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
skiddlee beebop a we rock a scoobie doo
and guess what america we love you
cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul
you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old
i dont mean to brag i dont mean to boast
but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
rock it up baby bubbah
baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang da boogie
to the beat beat, its so unique
come on everybody and dance to the beat
have you ever went over a friends house to eat
and the food just aint no good
i mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed
and the chicken tastes like wood
so you try to play it off like you think you can
by sayin that youre full
and then your friend says momma he's just being polite
he aint finished uh uh that's bull
so your heart starts pumpin and you think of a lie
and you say that you already ate
and your friend says man there's plenty of food
so you pile some more on your plate
while the stinky foods steamin your mind starts to dreamin
of the moment that it's time to leave
and then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin
into something that looks like cheese
oh so you say that's it i got to leave this place
i dont care what these people think
im just sittin here makin myself nauseous
with this ugly food that stinks
so you bust out the door while its still closed
still sick from the food you ate
and then you run to the store for quick relief
from a bottle of kaopectate
and then you call your friend two weeks later
to see how he has been
and he says i understand about the food
baby bubbah but we're still friends
with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie
the hip hip a hop a you dont stop the rockin
to the bang bang boogie
say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat

Snuffluphagus has a bit of a conflict of interest here. Kinda like hiring Kato Kalin to judge the OJ trial.

Go OJ Go

I still love the original Police Squad program this was adapted from.

I don't know about the rest of you, but when I'm getting my drink on, the last thing I'm going to be able to do is remember to take a vitamin B after my last drink. And who knows when that last drink is going to be? And again, when I get home (if I make it home) and if I don't pass out before reaching the front door, then I try to make it to the bed. I usually trip and fall before getting to bed, so I just go to sleep where I land. So who's going to remember to take a vitamin B and drink some OJ before going to bed?

Cool. I live in Brentwood, CA. I'm about two blocks from where OJ "didn't" kill his wife and her boyfriend.

ohhh, and about the commanders...they have a carrier to think about when they speak, and no people are more loyal and carrier-thinking than ranked people in the military´...so....hahaha...you are ridicilous....hey, did you ever hear about the u.s militaryship that got bombarded by the israelies in the ´60...or ´70?......israelis "ONLY" ally???????? it was meant to sent the .us. into war with the middle east, but the israeli pilots refused to bomb the ship to pieces when the realized they were bombing an american military ship....so only 31 american lost their lives, not 170 as planned by pres.johnson, when he said, and its oj record, tha the the ship sould go down, by any means..........agian, EDUZCATE YOURSELF