Fourteen dead in Italy
From a traincar explosion
Railroads: a poor choice.
Eulogy for Billy Mays; my man.
I hated that asshole. I’m glad he’s gone. I’m sick of seeing this shitty argument between who’s better; Billy Mays or Vince Offer. They are both terrible at advertising. The only reason the products they advertise for make any money is because everyone knows what the product is/has heard of it before. Shamwow? Whoopty-fucking doo. Old. Slap-chop? I’ve had one since ’05 (and I never use it). Kaboom? OxiClean? Just another brand of something that’s already out. I’m not impressed by anything they’ve advertised so why should I (or anyone else, for that matter) care if some TV salesperson dies? The only reason I’m concerned is because I’m tired of hearing about it – just like Michael Jackson.
Eulogy for MJ, my man.
Michael Jackson was a wonderful man who deserved the title “King of Pop.” He was a man of the people, as well, with great taste in both fashion and children. His songs went through the hearts and minds of many teenagers of his time, and he was an idol amongst many. From black to white – the transition of his life began, from a poor city boy to a king with an entourage. He walked the moon and the streets with a horde of zombies – he had slain werewolves and shrugged off the press. He lived a life that nobody else had, and one day on the Neverland Ranch, he had said “I am truly the king of this manor of mine.” And it was true – he was indeed the king of Neverland Ranch, where he would ride carousels until his heart gave in!
Michael was a man of his word, too. He never touched children. Well, he had, but only through their hearts. He died an honest man’s death, and his reputation as the King of Pop will go on forever.
All I can say is this: Good riddance.
