
I have a Hulk Hogan story. You won’t be impressed. He once bumped into my mother at O’Hare airport while he was eating a chili dog. The end.
A more impressive story? According to a new Rolling Stone article, Hulk Hogan totally relates to spousicide. It all started when Hulk’s wife Linda started doing “some shaggy-haired pool boy 30 years her junior.” The demise of his marriage gave Hogan a whole new level of sympathy for O.J.: “I could have turned everything into a crime scene, like OJ, cutting everybody’s throat. You live half a mile from the 20,000-square-foot home you can’t go to anymore, you’re driving through downtown Clearwater and see a 19-year-old boy driving your Escalade, and you know that a 19-year-old boy is sleeping in your bed, with your wife … I totally understand OJ. I get it.”
I’ve been through a divorce and a few ugly break-ups but I’ve never wanted to open somebody’s neck over it. As a matter of fact, with the exception of Mischa Barton, I’ve never wanted anyone dead. And I don’t really even want Mischa dead…maimed or retired perhaps, but not dead.
Anyway, note to LAPD: If Linda Hogan ends up in a pool of blood and there is chili dog residue at the scene, you know who to call.
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