Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Remembering Kathy Griffin.... Burned as brightly as her mane.

Ok, so Kathy Griffin isn't really dead but she better watch out for the reaper. I swear to god, if I hear another fucking ironic hipster piece of shit talking about how much they love Michael Jackson I'm going to hit a stranger. (not them, passive aggressive like; I'll kick some dude in the balls a couple of hours later...) Do we have to mourn fucktard celebrities dying from their own stupidity (Heath Ledger) or because they chose to get more botox injections than a can of fallout shelter chili. Was Anna Nicole Smith's death a big deal? Hell fucking yes it was; she was a self inflicted burnout who a couple of times fifteen years ago she showed us that Guess jeans look better with a coked out model in them. Who will get Jackson's three fucked up children?! Deport them; didn't they live at his English estate. But the fucked up thing about all of this Michael Jackson and Billy Mays and whatever fucked up slug you can pull from has-been stew; I don't care who keels over. You know what? They lived like fucking kings; Jackson diddled kids for god's sakes and who knows how many mallwalker heart attacks Billy Mays is responsible. Not to sound heartless hear, but these two died having millions of dollars. Billy Mays made a living by taking whatever crap sales pitch job he could get. Great.... now we have a (another) bearded "where's the beef?" lady. I wonder if they will bury them in fucking Arlington since this is such a huge media event.
However, I do think it would be awesome if Billy Mays' grave had a motion sensitive speaker that just yelled at you.
Nobody threw a fit like this when SNK went under.

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  2. I used to date a girl who was really into Michael Jackson, and I remember staying up late, talking with her, and listening to Off the Wall.

    I know he was a weirdo, and he maybe even did diddle those kids. But he gave me, and any kid who grew up in the 80's some pretty great memories. Remember the first time you fired up GTA:Vice City, jacked a car, and that opening bass line to Billie Jean pumped out from the stereo? Priceless! I'm greatful to him for that, at least.

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