Then Farrah Fawcett goes and loses her battle with cancer. Well, that sucks, and no, we never discussed Farrah here, just her worthless son and equally worthless paramour. Oh, and said worthless son couldn't even make it to his mother's deathbed. He may have been in prison, we're not sure, but that is the only reason for which he gets a pass.
And then we hear Michael Jackson has died! We had lots o'fun with Michael. When he was alive.
Did you forget the King of Pop had kids?
Everyone will be trying to figure out how to make a buck from his passing and it really doesn't matter if he died because his heart attacked him or because he was shot full of Demerol. He made some good music (Billie Jean, for instance) in his day before he went from being an African-American man to looking like a white woman.
Let us not forget he has kids. Remember the baby he dangled from a hotel window? Yeah, that's one of them. I remember thinking he shouldn't be around children even if they are his, but that's a moot point now.
Rest in peace, you guys.
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