Sometimes you just have to set the record straight. You ain’t on the dead Jacko bandwagon. You dug his shit since Off the Wall. Not all his shit mind you. Some of those tunes were severely whack, but Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough makes me want to wear pastels and spin ’round and ’round in a meadow, with the sun shining on my face and glinting off my perfectly white teeth.
See I ain’t frontin’. I was way into the gloved one way before the weird Neverland, child molesting and drug overdosing thing rocketed his fame to the stars. If you’re the same (don’t lie, there’ll be a quiz), then you can go ahead and get this shirt that says: I liked Michael Jackson before he was dead.
The Busted Tees is something to sees.
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