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Respect Michael Jackson. Seriously, this guy knows
what he’s doing. “Thriller” was the best-selling album of all time, and he
can moonwalk like it’s no one else’s business. Then, his career started
failing, so to put himself back in the spotlight, he fondled kids; not only
did he get international recognition once again, but he also got some out of
it. By the way, if you’re one
of those people who says, “Screw you, he’s freaking crazy, he freaking
screwed a freaking kid, I mean, that’s freaking disgusting!” then burn in
hell. Not only are you too much of a pansy to actually cuss, but someone just
needs to rape you to shut you the hell up. Michael Jackson also knows
how to preserve his body by allowing it to become half plastic. He’s like the
Bionic Man, who’s badass. Oh shit, never mind,
Michael Jackson blows, he performed a song for a movie about a stupid whale.
He deserves to have his hair set on fire once again, but let it burn through
his skull and down his back, until the flames consume him whole. And about
whales, why the hell do we need them anyway? They’re all big and fish-like,
but claim they’re mammals, the arrogant bastards. And killer whales’ fins
sometimes curve downward, to make them look all emish, which is gay. Sperm
whales just have to be homosexuals, and don’t get me started on blue whales,
the only mammal comparable in size to Michael Moore. A shark knows how it’s
done, he’s all badass chomping up fish and license plates and crippled
children. In a fight between any shark and any whale, the shark would eat the
whale’s ass for dinner. Nuke the whales. |