Poor Michael Jackson,
he taught us how to moonwalk,
now he is no more.
It's been a bad week for celebrities...first Ed McMahon, then Farrah Fawcett, now the King of Pop. The cynical part of me wants to make a joke about how, even in death, these Hollywood types are trying to one up each other. I mean, did Michael Jackson really have to steal Farrah's thunder by dying on the same day?
But (believe it or not) I do have feelings, so I'm going to do the decent thing and shut my big yapper now.
About Me
- burge009
- I'm freakishly neat and clean, I have dreams much bigger than my pocketbook ever will be, I enjoy good grammar and really like a clean kitchen. It is also my belief that I'm pretty much a ninja who alone is in sole possession of the stunning intellect required to save the Earth and it's inhabitants from certain destruction at the hands of all the pink space robots and their army of undead zombies. Thank me later.
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