Do you remember the now infamous PistoriusBalls series? Some people thought it was all over, and it was then. But suddenly the State decided that actually, possibly, maybe they could swing a murder verdict, and thus there was an appeal. And with that appeal…. came AppealBalls!
Step forward… Alex Crawford, *polite applause* with her astute observation:
Well, quite astute observation…
Dude looks like a Lady! Except… you know, the other way around.
Also back… please welcome… Aislinn Laing! *rapturous cheering*
This tweet works best if you embellish it just a little and imagine it being said in a 1940’s New York private detective voice:
The doll was in the restroom when he filled her full of lead. Pistorius was once famous in South Africa for his athletic prowess. Now it’s for a devastating criminal act. I don’t usually take cases involving famous people. No private eye needs that kinda attention. But line him up in front of the district attorney and a stenographer and he could soon make dusty case law.
Mandy’s still around, too:
Or what gender they identify as, hey Alex?
Thanks be to she who invokes Homer Simpson. Because yes, it’s definitely time for a beer.
Verdict time, and it’s all about who can get some last minute self publicity for their woefully unprofessional unique take on the Oscar Pistorius trial. Early contender, Rebecca “Moar Whimsy” Davis is contending early with this, from just 12 minutes in:
He’s “writing furiously by the looks of it”? Why “by the looks of it”? What else do you think he might be doing? How can the action of “writing furiously” at a desk in a courtroom be mistaken for anything else? What other task might he be carrying out that may lead you have even a semblance of doubt that he was not writing, furiously? I put it to you that if he is sitting at a desk, in a courtroom, with a pen in his hand, moving it furiously over some paper, then it’s highly unlikely that he’s sowing radishes or piloting an Airbus A380. He’s writing, isn’t he? Furiously.