Archive - Jun 26, 2009

So, Michael Jackson bought the big one. 

I'm sure this is going to sound mean, particularly since you shouldn't speak ill of the dead, but, well, fuck it.  Ahem.  Little boys all across the L.A. metropolitan area can sleep peacefully tonight, knowing that "Uncle Jacko" won't ever bother them again.   Because he's deader than a doornail.

Now, if we can just keep LaToya in check, all will be right with the world.