
Holy crap. Michael Jackson turned 50 years old this week.
Can you believe that??
Thriller.
To this day, it makes me laugh and sing and dance. (there is a rumor told in some circles of my performing the entire Thriller dance on the beach one 4th of July…but I say it’s all lies)
I hate that he’s a freak.
I hate that he’s a not so convicted pedophile.
I figure…if you’re singing songs pre-child-trials….you’re in the clear. That just my way of singing out loud with a clear concious.
Happy birthday freak boy.

Wow! I saw a guy in WalMart yesterday wearing tight dark jeans with cuffs rolled wide and white tank tucked in. He walked down the isle like Michael. I thought to myself “Hey the 80’s Michael Jackson called and he wants his clothes back.”
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