Charlton Heston Is A Sexy Bitch
The intrusion of real life means I have very little time to post this morning. Instead of skipping it altogether and risking the mental and physical health of my readers who depend on me the same way Greek people depend on souvlaki and stretchy pants, I have decided to do the responsible thing and throw some cheap, half-thought-out crap up here. It's the least I can do. It really, really is.

Now that the shambolic Robert Blake trial is over, I can finally devote my full attention to the shambolic Michael Jackson trial. Today's headline: Jurors See Michael Jackson's Porn Collection.

I usually don't traffic in Bill O'Reilly-type sleazy gossip (not the Factor O'Reilly, I mean the Inside Edition O'Reilly of old... OK, so there's no real distinction), but some of the images have made their way on to the internet. It's shocking stuff.

If you're at work, you might want to check to see if anyone's behind you before you get to it.





Disgusting. I don't know what else I expected, but I think it's the public's right to know what Michael Jackson thinks will get pubescent boys off. I'm working hard for you people to figure out exactly what Jacko's masturbatory technique is as well. Right hand, left hand, standard grip or European, anal stimulation or no... these are the things the American public deserve to know whether they want to or not.

Stay tuned.


This post on the Narcissus Scale: 2.8


Pops

PS- I was going to post a picture of the horrible clown-suit mismatched clothes I hurriedly dressed my youngest child in this morning, but I can't find my digital camera. So instead you get Michael Jackson and inter-species love. The camera's been "missing" since my wife went to Vegas, so God knows what she's hiding. As for my kid, his humiliation will have to remain non-public for now. I'm sure I'll get other chances, though.
- posted by Pops @ 10:47 AM