After four decades of being the rapiest man in Hollywood (which, these days, is really saying something), Bill Cosby finally got the Jello pudding cup thrown at him when he was sentenced to three to ten years in prison.
After years of legal battles, justice was finally served back in September, and the King of the Roofie Cocktail finally went to jail.
Celebrating someone going to jail might seem like a weird thing to put on a holiday advent countdown, but celebrating the downfall of Bill Cosby just feels really fitting this year.
I’ve been reading stories about Bill Cosby drugging women since I was in high school (I’m 32 now, btw, just to give you some perspective), and I really never thought anything would ever happen to him.
Like, I truly believed that Bill Cosby would be slipping women ‘ludes well into his 90s, until he eventually died mid-rape, and no one would really care because Bill Cosby seemed super untouchable. He was Cliff Huxtable for Christ’s sake.
Now, here we are, in the year of #MeToo, and slimey old Bill finally got his just desserts (insert Jello pun).
I think it’s ok to celebrate when bad people get their come uppings. Bill Cosby finally going to jail for rape is like seeing the girl who spread horrible rumors about you and everyone else in high school get herpes, you know? Like you’re an awful person and you fucked up a lot of people’s lives, and now you have herpes and that’s amazing. And I mean, who knows, maybe Bill Cosby will get herpes in prison and it’ll be like double the sick burn. WHAT A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE.