Orenthal Didn't Do It?????

For many years on the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving I'd be out at a bar as long as I could...beer, shot, beer. Hell, there was even one college night that stretched into Thanksgiving Day.

My mother was pissed.

On the Wednesday this year there were rumblings about Happy Hour, but I worked until the end of the day and then made dinner for the hoodlums. Another buddy was on conference calls and one more guy took a nap instead.

So, a quiet evening.

I settled in for an hour of television with my beautiful wife and we watched the murder channel. Just one real-life murder mystery after another. We were treated to a serial killer - Glenn Rogers - who stuck better than 70 women.

What else is Thanksgiving Eve for?

Turns out, Glenn was living in California when Nicole Brown Simpson was murdered. He allegedly told his just-as-mental brother Clay that he was gonna' get her because she was rich.

Could it be?

Was Orenthal telling the truth?

What a kick in the ass that would be, huh?

And it still doesn't quite explain how there were a few gallons of Nicole's blood in OJ's Bronco, but could this guy have actually swung the knife?

The story goes that OJ was paying him for something or other and told him that she could die if that's what needed to happen.

That'd still be murder, right?

Ah well, OJ probably is sitting in a cell right now because he isn't the greatest of men.

But man, he could run.

Check it out if you get the chance though. The life the Rogers boys lived tells you the exact recipe for raising a murderer.

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