Mandy Moore Leaving a Record Studio (6/19/7)

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OJ's "If I did it" Manuscript Leaked

Remember OJ's "If I did it book" that was dropped after news of the book caused outrage? Well, the manuscript was leaked to TMZ tody. Apparently, it is as disgusting as it sounds.

This is how the manuscript starts:

I'm going to tell you a story you've never heard before,
because no one knows this story the way I know it. It takes place on the
night June 12, 1994, and it concerns the murder of my ex-wife, Nicole
Brown Simpson, and her young friend, Ronald Goldman. I want you to forget everything you think you know about that night because I know the facts better than anyone. I know the players. I've seen the evidence. I've heard the theories. And, of course, I've read all the stories: That I did it.
That I did it but I don't know I did it. That I can no longer tell fact
from fiction. That I wake up in the middle of the night, consumed by
guilt, screaming.

As for the murders:

I looked over at Goldman, and I was fuming. I guess he thought I was going to hit him, because he got into his little karate stance. "What the fuck is that?" I said. "You think you can take me with your karate shit?" He started circling me, bobbing and weaving, and if I hadn't been so fucking angry I would have laughed in his face. "O.J., come on!" It was Charlie again, pleading. Nicole moaned, regaining consciousness. She stirred on the ground and opened her eyes and looked at me, but it didn't seem like anything was registering. Charlie walked over and planted himself in front of me blocking my view. "We are fucking done here, man-let's go!" I noticed the knife in Charlie's hand, and in one deft move I removed my right glove and snatched it up. "We're not going anywhere," I said, turning to face Goldman. Goldman was still circling me, bobbing and weaving, but I didn't feel like laughing anymore. "You think you're tough, motherfucker?" I said. I could hear Charlie just behind me, saying something, urging me to get the fuck out of there, and at one point he even reached for me and tried to drag me away, but I shook him off, hard, and moved toward Goldman. "Okay, motherfucker!" I said. "Show me how tough you are!" Then something went horribly wrong, and I know what happened, but I can't tell you exactly how. I was still standing in Nicole's courtyard, of course, but for a few moments I couldn't remember how I'd gotten there, when I'd arrived, or even why I was there. Then it came back to me, very slowly: The recital-with little Sydney up on stage, dancing her little heart out; me, chipping balls into my neighbor's yard; Paula, angry, not answering her phone; Charlie, stopping by the house to tell me some more ugly shit about Nicole's behavior. Then what? The short, quick drive from Rockingham to the Bundy condo. And now? Now I was standing
in Nicole's courtyard, in the dark, listening to the loud, rhythmic,
accelerated beating of my own heart. I put my left hand to my heart and my shirt felt strangely wet. I looked down at myself. For several moments, I
couldn't get my mind around what I was seeing. The whole front of me was
covered in blood, but it didn't compute. Is this really blood? I wondered. And whose blood is it? Is it mine? Am I hurt?

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Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise spending time with their daughter at the beach at Saint-Jean Cap Ferrat, France, June 19

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Becks parties till dawn with Tom Cruise.. and a £30,000 drinks bill

NO one can bender it like Beckham... The footie ace threw one el of a do to celebrate his triumphant farewell to Spain. Becks and his pals, including Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes - whose loose dress revealed a hint of a bump, sparking rumours she could be expecting baby No.2 - partied until 7.30am. The guests downed an astonishing £30,000 of red wine. But it didn't cost him a penny - the plonk was all free, donated by a grateful Spanish fan who owns a vineyard. Jubilant David, 32, and wife Victoria, 33, pushed the boat out after Real Madrid clinched La Liga in his final game for the Spanish side. The golden couple had smiles as wide as a cinema screen as they prepared for their move to Hollywood, where Becks will soon be playing for LA Galaxy.

The knees-up began at a swanky restaurant in Madrid, where guests sang victory songs and drank toasts to the former England skipper.
Becks tucked into black pudding and steak, while weight-conscious Victoria opted for just pineapple and strawberries. Then, around 5am, they invited actor Tom, 44, and his missus Katie, 28, to a trendy nightclub where they danced until dawn. A source at the restaurant said: "A huge cheer went up when David arrived. The atmosphere was electric. "They were all singing 'campeones, campeones' and other victory songs all night and between them they got through 20 magnums of red wine. Everyone had a fantastic time."

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