Monday, September 17, 2007

Happy 1995, guys.

Having searched every golf course in three states, O.J. got word the real killer was in that hotel room. Obvs.

As a Kate who suffered through a whole lotta Kato jokes in the mid-'90s, this is a day for sweet, sweet revenge. I never thought I'd get to crack another lame OJ joke! I thought we'd all agreed as a nation that Jay Leno could have custody of all of them.

Now I'm going to go put on my best flannel, listen to a little Black Hole Sun (on a mixtape! Awwwww yeeeeah) and wait for Bill Clinton to do something that shows us how much he doesn't not like young women. It's 90s day!

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