Can someone PUH-LEASE tell me why this negro is still considered newsworthy. And not even the man, but the damn suit the man wore in 1995. You wanna tell me stuff ’bout O.J.? Tell me how he’s making out in gen pop. Sh*t, tell me IF he’s making out in gen pop – particularly on the first date. But don’t tie me up talking about no damn suit!
The Smithsonian announced today that it does NOT want the suit that O.J. had on when the Not Guilty verdict was read by the jury. (click here) Ewwww, dat’s NAAAAASTY!!! Can you blame them? Come on, can you IMAGINE what was going on inside that suit waiting for the jury to come in and read the verdict. I imagine a tad bit of every single bodily function — some just downright ungodly. Look, I have a dog, Mattie…when she’s feeling da heat, when the stakes are really high…that bitch pee’s a little. And ain’t nobody tryna incarcerate HER ass. So, you can imagine what O.J. was doing up under that heavy, worsted wool.
But not only that, I’d like to believe that the people at the Smithsonian ain’t completely crazy. Y’all saw how O.J. do when he thinks someone messin’ with his stuff? Ex-wife, sports memorabilia, don’t matter…he ain’t playing. The last coupla people that tried to get some O.J. “memorabilia” got some of O.J. to remember alright. Matter of fact, isn’t Orenthal French for “leave all my sh*t alone?”
Score one for the Smithsonian — y’all might dumb but ya ain’t stupid, O.J.’s gettin’ out eventually.