Kitty Bukkake on "Our Michael," who apparently she met once and who her mom still thinks couldn't possibly have done these horrible things:
I do wonder, chimps and allegations aside, why parents let their kids hang out with a 45 year old guy who acts like he's eight and is so obviously out of his mind. Hmm. I wonder if it has anything to do with, like, I don't know, money or something like that. What if we, and by we I mean young hypothetical me and all the other children whose parents have not looked at a photograph of Michael Jackson in 15 years and are seemingly unaware that his face is no longer made of face, woke up one morning in the magic enchanted sparkle forest pig-pile party bed before he'd snapped his nose on? This guy is scary. Not Thriller scary. Bad clown scary. I wish somebody would please help Michael Jackson. Arnold, you think you're so big, let's see you field this one.
(Arnold's response to this and all other challenges.)
Posted by Jim Treacher at November 23, 2003 09:37 AM