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So I am sitting at home on my ass parked in front of the TV because it is physically impossible to breathe out of my nose right now and I didn’t feel like hauling my snot factory into the office today. (And yes, I am aware that I was just sick in February. I blame this head cold on the fact that I was in Vegas abusing my body and then sat on a plane for 5 hours inhaling the germs off 150 complete strangers.) I have already read a little and slept a little, but now I am watching VH1’s ‘Michael Jackson’s Most Shocking Moments’. I am now afraid to fall back asleep for fear of nightmares so disturbing I’ll wake up in a cold sweat shaking and begging for my mommy. What a crazy lunatic. Seriously. Is there anyone in the world more fucked up?
4 comments:
His sister LaToya is pretty fucked up. Maybe more so than him. Maybe.
GW, baby, the shrub is TOTALLY fucked.
the body of that picture has breasts.
Maybe I don't need to be a genius if it means I have to get 9 nose jobs and buy the elephant man's bones. I'll just stay untalented and sane. For now . . .
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