Listen up fireworkers…

(Um, interesting title)

Don’t light fireworks with super short wicks. Save those for a jerky brother, or someone you really really hate. Short wick + low light = missing fingers…

(Kaboom!)

I should know, it took me 7 minutes to type this…

Rowe Needs Her Blanket

Alright lady, don’t you think the freakshow circus was enough when Jackson was alive with all the crazy stuff? I guess you really want to dial it up a few notches…

(Rowe rowe rowe your bloat)

Deborah, the ex-wife of Jackson and the mother of two of his children, has not reached a final decision on whether to seek custody of the children, said a lawyer…

I decided for you, don’t. One of the fucking kids names is “blanket”. Oh was he taking prescription drugs at the time of the naming? Naaaaawwww…

(Zoro, is that you?)

Good thing he didn’t pick one of the other things close by the blanket he saw at the time of naming him. Something like a toaster, remote control, or the dogs ass…

They already will be the most scrutinized kids on the planet earth, don’t complicate matters trying to be back in their lives. Jeez, their screwed up enough…

Going to the horse track today. I’m gonna grab a jockey and put them in my pocket…

I’m also betting on a horse named “My Balls” if they have one…

Have a day!