What the hell was going on yesterday? Farah Fawcett succumbs to anal cancer (whatever, it’s sort of funny and you know it) and Mikey Jaxx kicked the bucket from…. well you know how it is. Nobody really knows and we’re going to spend the next two weeks listening to his music on constant replay courtesy of local radio stations.
It’s weird because frankly, I don’t care either way. The man was indeed the King of Pop… 25 years ago. In recent years he’d become just another reclusive has-been with questionable habits and a million dollar credit card bill showing up every month. I guess that’s what happens when you decide to live in an amusement park and quit making platinum records.
I’d like to alert you now that my friend David painted this:
And now you can buy it on eBay! He’s donating 15% of the final sale price to the humane society, so I strongly recommend you add this to your wall and help feed some poor defenseless kittehz!