Saturday, June 27

he's dead.

Get over it. He could dance well. He sang songs he didn't write very well. He dressed sharply. But after that, what did he do?

Oh, he did pay a dad 20 million dollars just for kicks and, oh, he admitted, on TV, that he lets kids sleep in his bed with him.

Let him go. You are holding up the proceedings that are planned down south (the deep deep south--the pitch fork south).

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