But, this Plaxico Burress fiasco just can’t go unmentioned. Really, how do you get arrested for shooting yourself? The only thing worse than getting arrested for shooting yourself is getting off for murder and then going to jail for stealing a photo of yourself like OJ.
There are actually a few things going on here.
1) Plaxico, how do you take a gun to the club and end up shooting yourself. Did you not know that you had a gun? Did you not know that the gun was loaded? If you’re that stupid, chances are you shouldn’t be near a fork, much less a gun.
2) He’s pleading not guilty to gun possession. Did you get that? NOT GUILTY. How do you shoot yourself and then plead not guilty to gun possession? So what exactly are you claming happened here?
3) I’m all about gun laws. (I’m not sure what I meant by that either, but let’s just keep it moving.) However, if a man shoots himself in the leg, I think he’s already received his punishment. Three and a half years seems a bit much to me. However, if he sticks with this not guilty nonsense…
Do you think someone accidentally bumped into him and pulled the trigger? Was he making out with some club rat who got a little frisky and reached for the wrong “gun???” These are the questions that keep me up at night… This and who was the first person to think Spam (the meat, not the mail) was a good idea. It doesn’t have to be refrigerated… EVER. Stick that in your back pocket…
The story actually gets better: “As Burress was being led into a VIP area, with a drink in his hand, the gun slipped down his pants leg. He reached for the weapon, but fumbled it and it went off, sources said.”
As for the spam bit, too bad when I first read that I thought it said mall as in shopping and for the life of me I could not figure out where there was a mall named Spam. Not that I know every mall in the world. Chances are that I only know the name of 10 malls. So, I really can’t understand why I was trying to figure out where Spam Mall was anyway. I think I was thinking that it was in the town of Spam. And then I was trying to figure out what state had a town named Spam…
As it turns out, none of this mattered anyway because you actually wrote mail.
I bet there is a town somewhere named Spam… And I bet it smells really bad.
Don’t do this to me! Now I have to go and find a town named Spam.
Well, I’m not sure of an ACTUAL town, however, there is Spam Town, USA… It’s a museum all about Spam. Now, you know that places smells awful. Gives me terrible feelings…
*Puts on ear phones, soggy from the anti-bacterial soloution used to clean the foamy part of the headphones, for the self-guided tour… “Here we have the first ever Spam Sandwich. Ignore the mold or the petrified state of the sandwich…”
There’s a spam museum? Can you say that this place smells awful? (Oh, you already did)
*Skips tour.
I think for his punishment, Plaxico should have to go visit the Spam museum. Makes sense to me.
LMFAO…