Michael Jackson was only Mortal

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who wore makeup and a wig
and had questionable parenting skills

sound familiar?

Comments

Out-Numbered said…
You just might be an evil genius.
July 9, 2009 at 3:20 PM
Unknown said…
Pretty funny, must say
July 9, 2009 at 5:26 PM
The Good Cook said…
and just when did you happen to notice the resemblance? that's incredibly creepy.
July 9, 2009 at 6:02 PM
Anonymous said…
Should this have made me laugh as much as it did? Thanks for the humor!
July 9, 2009 at 6:42 PM
BellaDaddy said…
I would never have figured this one out...Good going...My Eyes, My Eyes!
July 9, 2009 at 8:13 PM
Evil Twin Sister said…
Oh my god!!! I have yet another conspiracy theory cooking in my brain!!!
July 10, 2009 at 6:52 AM
SurprisedMom said…
This is very funny in a very sick sort of way . . .
July 10, 2009 at 9:17 AM
Anonymous said…
SCARY!
July 10, 2009 at 9:47 AM
Maureen at IslandRoar said…
Too funny. I can't believe nobody's figured this out before; you must be a genius!
July 10, 2009 at 1:42 PM
LegalMist said…
I was always very critical of MJ for the excessive plastic surgery. I thought he was a handsome young man before he embarked on his campaign to look like a freaky white woman.

Then I read this post by Suzy Soro over at "Hollywood: Where HOT Comes To Die": http://wherehotcomestodie.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-jackson-memorial.html

And the part about him beginning his plastic surgery campaign when he matured and began to really resemble his abusive father made me re-think my formerly very critical stance. I suppose if I had been abused as a child, I might not want to look in the mirror and see someone who looked just like my abuser every day, either.

And so my stance softened.

But your post is still funny. :)
July 11, 2009 at 4:21 AM
Anonymous said…
hot & pretty, & sexy, must say
nyght

Free Satellite TV
July 21, 2009 at 11:17 AM
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