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Surrealist Punditry: The Michael Jackson Case
Posted by Bill Last night I dreamt that I was on trial for a vague yet terrible first-degree felony, and the jury box was filled with eleven doe-eyed, French and Belgian Michael Jackson fans (accoutred in sparkly Pop-King regalia) and one giraffe (American, naked). I remember that I had the notion that the trial was going pretty well, until the prosecutor triumphantly demanded that I sing for the jury, who leaned in and squealed in heavily-accented horror when my voice cracked ("Quel abomination!"). As the resulting and varied furor in the courtroom died down - I specifically recall that Nancy Grace had a stacatto, seal-like orgasm that cut through the rest of the din - the giraffe purposefully leaned his looming neck from the back row of the jury box all the way down to the defense table, steadied his musky snout a taunting three inches from my face and breathed, in Jacko's spine-tingling falsetto ... "Guuuuiiiilll -teeeeeeeeee." I didn't have any pants on, either. Posted by Bill at June 14, 2005 07:44 AM | TrackBack (2) CommentsThis just in, from today's AP, Michael Jackson won't share his bed with young boys anymore. I was about to say what mother in her right mind would allow it anyhow, but then I remembered about this last mother. Posted by: rbj Bill? I know this great therapist in the DC area if you ever need to, ya know, talk. I'm not sayin' nothin'... I'm just sayin'. ;) Posted by: Kadnine Stay away from Goldstein's red pills next time. Posted by: j.d. Bill: Did you also have a snake in one hand and a cigar in another? Did the dream involve trains or tunnels? Then again, that might be too much information. --|PW|-- Posted by: pennywit |