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There's plenty of money to be made off of OJ Simpson. Over the course of his career as an American Hero he made a ton. Even after his retirement from pro ball, he was still a hot commodity, being cast in movies like the Naked Gun, and pulling in hefty endorsement fees.

Even after scandal ruined his image and reputation, he still had a Midas Touch. Only now cashing in requires more thought and inventiveness. His 'hypothetical confession' book If I Did It looked like it was going to be a block buster, until it got mired down in legal problems, and eventually was released for free over the Internet.

More than that, anything that had so much as been touched by Simpson gained immediate collectible value, by the way of a murderous taint. Simpson himself even cashed in on that, signing memorabilia from his jail cell, and selling it through an agent.

The agent was close OJ confidant Mike Gilbert. Gilbert was a sort of suck up and kiss ass of the variety OJ loves to surround himself with, ie Kato Kailin. Gilbert's official capacity was as OJ's agent and representative. Gilbert was one of the few who stuck by the Juice when the chips were down. Gilbert himself estimates that he raised over $2 million for OJ - under the table - by selling the junk OJ autographed in his prison cell.

Gilbert was eventually to pay a price for his loyalty and greed. He became anathema. Other clients dropped him. Because of his 'creative book keeping' on behalf of OJ, he fell behind on his taxes. It's not like he could account for where the money was going. As he sank into debt and despair, his family abandoned him. Perhaps desperation for an income, and a way out of his financial crisis lead him to what came next. As a washed up sports rep, and OJ friend for many years, that only left him one way to cash in big time: he wrote a tell all book!

In the luridly titled How I Helped OJ Get Away With Murder (he wants to make sure that no one misses the point!), Gilbert reveals that the Juice as much as confessed killing Nicole to him. The bomb was dropped one night, after another of their many autograph sessions. The pair were having a few drinks. OJ even popped an Ambien and then smoked a joint. Gilbert said that these were stress busting techniques that the Juice had picked up after his acquittal. Let's face it, when you're in that much hot water, it's going to take more than a few rounds on the golf course to come down.

So at this point in the story the pair are good and mellow. Perhaps that's what gave Gilbert the nerve to ask the $64 000 question: "What really happened that night?"

Now according to Gilbert, OJ made a shocking response. He said "What do you think happened?" Gilbert pressed further. He confronted OJ about the knife, knowing that the Juice probably hadn't brought one with him that night (a mutual friend, Al Cowlings, had told Gilbert that OJ said he went to Nicole's that night, but that he hadn't brought a knife). OJ's supposed response was "When Nicole answered the door, she was holding a knife. If she hadn't had that knife, she'd be alive today".

Apparently that was all Gilbert needed to hear. He kept that secret for about 10 years. Of course now that his back's against the wall, it's everyone for themselves. So gilbert has decided that loyalty has it's price. Besides the people probably deserve to know. Still, OJ didn't explicitly confess. Considering OJ's knack of making money under the table who knows, this may just be another scheme to cash in without Goldman or the Browns trying to grab the lion's share. It certainly seems more promising than his ill fated If I Did It venture.

Guess who's giving the old hoohaa an airing out for spring!

Sharon Stone exposed!

In case you can't place the face, you'll have seen the goods before, in Basic Instinct! That was back in her juicy prime. By now I'm sure that you could dry beef down there!

Now here's a pic of the other woman in Shania Twain's marriage, courtesy of People Magazine:

This is double trouble for Shania, since the woman is Marie-Anne Thiébaud, her personal assistant for years, and a close personal friend. Well what are friends for?. While Robert "Mutt" Lange says that Marie-Anne had nothing to do with the bust up, sources say that Mutt and MA are living together. Supposedly Shania didn't see it coming, and is devastated. When your friends are standing behind you, you'd better watch your back. Seeing them both side by side like that, I have to wonder - am I missing something? I'm sure that Ms Thiebuad is a charming woman, but alongside Shania, her face looks as rough as a soldier's boot! Then again maybe this is a revenge fuck, for that fling Shania allegedly had with an old high school boyfriend back in 2000 (as reported in the National Enquirer).I just hope that Mutt doesn't back Marie-Anne a series of tiresome, slick, over produced albums.

From Hairy Mary to Hare Krishna? Cameron Diaz goes Britney

Cameron Diaz's head is as smooth, pink, and hairless as Britney Spears' snatch! Celebrities know no shame. Is it just me, or does she have a passing resemblance to actor Michael Chiklis? Now before you jump to any conclusions, Diaz hasn't cracked up over her Justin Timberlake split. Nor has she joined some loony religious cult, like the Hare Krishnas. She shed her hair for a new movie My Sister's Keeper. So are you willing to pay $10 to see Cameron bald in a movie? Weird hair gimmicks worked for her before, in There's Something About Mary, and have proved more reliable than relying on her talent to sell her movies. Maybe she's hoping that lightening will strike twice? If the film doesn't work out, she can always become the new face of Mr Clean! At least her scalp isn't riddled with small lines (Cameron's face is so craggy that it resembles a fracture pattern in a glass. In fact Cameron is horrified at the prospect of hi-definition TV).

I wonder if her hair is gonna show up for sale on the Internet?? Since her movie career has slumped, this could provide Diaz with an alternative source of income!

Wondertrash thought of the day:

He who is aware of his folly is wise.

Jewish proverb