Michael Jackson, the rhythmically gifted child star and friend of Liz and Liza (with a Z), who became the biggest pederast/celebrity in the world -- and a pop icon -- only to fall from such glory in a freakish series of boy-scandals, died today, in LA, before his London concerts scheduled for this summer, dying after much awful and beauty-destructive cosmetic surgery, dying before he met me, Contento, dying not far from here, just over those hills and down that road, in a home owed by the mom of one of my players. I don't think he planned on this early demise. Michael Jackson, though still a pretending to be a child, was fifty (50!) years old. He is survived by his oddly begotten: children. Or: Here it as I prefer it, without the cinematics:
Chuck Norris was the fourth wise man, who gave baby Jesus the gift of beard, which he carried with him until he died. The other three wise men were enraged by the preference that Jesus showed to Chuck's gift, and arranged to have him written out of the bible. All three died soon after of mysterious roundhouse-kick related injuries.
In It Together: At last, something worth reading in the LA Times
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