When he died, Michael Jackson left the world confused, frightened, broken. And so was the world. We looked for answers, and now at last the ol’ raincoaster blog can reveal just what happened. Yes, we are about to tell you exactly how Michael Jackson died.
(stolen/adapted from Popbitch)
Farrah Fawcett died the same day as MJ, a few hours sooner. She reached the Pearly Gates and God was there to meet her, excitedly shoving a long-suffering St Peter out of the way to shake the hand of the blonde bombshell.
“Hi Farrah, I’m God! I’m your biggest fan!” he said, excitedly.
“Gosh, God, that’s terrific. I love my fans. Here, let me sign your toga…” she replied, whipping out a fountain pen. God giggled.
“Farrah, I’m never going to wash this toga again! You’ve made me so happy, I’d like to grant you a wish. Anything you want, just tell me and I’ll make it happen.”
“Gee, God, I guess I’d like for all the little children of the world to be safe.”
note to self: remember to start every blog post with a fight.
Looking at my stats just over two hours into Blogathon, I can see that arguing with TPTB at Blogathon is perhaps the single most effective strategy which I could have employed; as I’ve said before, everyone loves a flamewar. Hits are doubling every 15 minutes. Swwwwwweeeeeeeeeetttttt.
Love your enemy. But don’t forget he is not your friend.
If you would like to support my Blogathon efforts, but do not have any money, you may pick a fight with me, which will be good for hits at BOTH our blogs. Just be sure to link directly to http://raincoaster.com, and bring your A Game. No blocking, no wimping, no “the lurkers are with me!”
To the tune of “My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean”:
The Lurkers support me in e-mail
They all think I’m great don’t you know.
You posters just don’t understand me
But soon you will reap what you sow.
Lurkers, lurkers, lurkers support me, you’ll see, you’ll see
Off in e-mail the lurkers support me, you’ll see.
The lurkers support me in e-mail
“So why don’t they post?” you all cry
They’re scared of your hostile intentions
They just can’t be as brave as I.
Lurkers, lurkers, lurkers support me, you’ll see, you’ll see
Off in e-mail the lurkers support me, you’ll see.
One day I’ll round up all my lurkers
We’ll have a newsgroup of our own
Without all this flak from you morons
My lurkers will post round my throne.
Lurkers, lurkers, lurkers support me, you’ll see, you’ll see
Off in e-mail the lurkers support me, you’ll see.
After struggling for the better part of an hour with a recalcitrant blog that won’t accept a simple HTML paste, I gave up and just posted this. You can’t win them all.
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