My Childhood Memories of Michael Jackson
I know. That title is an easy target for Pedo Michael jokes, but you need to know that I’m serious and I will not make Michael Jackson jokes in this post. I’m writing this with the motto “Say only good things about the recently dead.” or something. This is about my early childhood memories of the King of Pop. I may not be his biggest fan, but I know that in my younger years, he touched me. Yes, Michael Jackson touched me when I was still a little boy.
MJ touched Bubbles the Chimp and Mr. Bulldog (not real name) too.
My April 1st Plurks? LIES!
Well, not really. Some of my plurks were total lies. Some of them were half truths. Some were parodies of some plurkers. Some, satirical jabs at people who live in ivory Plurk towers. Hey, I already plurked them for you. You sort them out.
#1. Totally depressed last night. A few steps from being suicidal. So I paid someone to have sex with me.
#2. I accidentally ran over a kitten this morning. :( And a puppy. And a frog. And a rat. And a blind homeless guy.
#3. I’m BATMAN.
#4. I can’t wait for the Dragonball movie! (woot)
#5. You Plurk people are dumb. I’m moving back to Twitter where I can use hashtags and be important and stuff.
#6. Since it’s the first of the month, it’s just appropriate to make big changes in my life. I shall now quit smoking. This time, it’s FOREVER!
#7. I only listen to the Beatles, Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix and new totally obscure bands. Because I’m better than you.
