The Pen Fifteen Club was established in the summer of 2007 out of shared love for all things dealing with spite, embarrassment, and shame.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
What Happens In Vegas, Stays in Vegas, You F*ckin' Snitches: by O.J. Simpson
The Juice is settin' in court today. Juice thought you might want to know what was gwins-on inside my huge head, so I'm just gonna blog the whole she-bang-a-bang out in live time for all y'all fans of the juice out in the world.
-Shit. Feel like home. I wonder if Vegas has chicken as good as the LA courthouse did?
-Unarmed robbery is for suckas and hos.
-Where Lance "The Mosquito" Ito at?
-Mo' better nickname: Lance "Mint Mo" Ito.
-If da glove don't fit, just stick inna pink butt raw dogg.
- Where's that ugly white lawyer bitch?
- Who's this DA on the other team this time? What happen to my boy Jackie Childs?
- Someone call Frank Drebin. He'd solve this for me all right.
-Go USC!
- My name shoulda been John David Booty. OJ get more white woman ass than a toilet seat.
- Oh shit. That Goldman asshole is back again. He want my money? He aint getting shit from me. Tell him if the automatic weapon don't fit, Vegas will acquit.
- The Juice be free and hitting the links in a few weeks man. I know dis. Get me 9 holes with Tiger in the morning the day after Thanksgiving and an afternoon lunch with Fuhrmann, Juice needs some money so we gonna write a book.
- It's a good thing they didn't see the dead asian ho in my trunk underneath all the stolen football shit.
- Shit Juice Like: Heisman Trophies, White Women, Trojans
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