Rest in peace, Michael. You're dead at 50.
In accordance with your will, little boys' pants shall be flown at half-mast today.
Jun 26, 2009
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These are crude, tasteless, and low-brow jokes about Michael Jackson's death. Do not read if you're offended and sad about the thought of Jacko dying. This blog believes in Freedom of Speech. And keep on moonwalkin' in Heaven you sick weirdo!
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