It all started when that boofer MJ got his just desserts. Hubby was
overjoyed as he danced his seductived Irish jig (that was one of the
things that attracted me to him - that and the crotchless leperchaun
outfit).

 I asked my darling spouse why such glee in seeing someone die, and he
explained in his spittle spraying spewish way that MJ was rumored to
be a child molestor and that he had millions of adoring fans. Years of
understanding hubby allowed me to understand that hubby was happy
another famous Darkie had bite the dust and that alone was reason
enough to celebrate,

 Anywho, we decided to hook up with like minded people and show our
appreciation for the Lord who smites those who go against God's will.
We will be caravaning with the Westboro Babtist Church to show our
solidarity with like minded Xtians who hate those who are different
and not fully understood.

 Got to run, we are on a schedual. Speaking (in tongues?) of
scheduals, here it is if you want to catch up with us,
http://www.godhatesfags.com/schedule.html

Geez hubby Mike sure does like that peeing in the shower thread, he
keeps posting on it and in other postings he references it. I dunno.

 So we get to LaLa Land and meet up with the Westboro Baptist group.
Hubby is having a good time, telling all the passing people who's
going to Hell and who isn't. We are finally fitting in.

 That is until The Irishman pulls out his homemade protest sign,
"Everybody picks on Catholics". Whoda thunk that the people protesting
homos and child molestors would have a thing against Catholics?

 We walk away in shame, but Mickey trying to make the best of a bad
situation, continued to harass the MJ mourners. He is my man. And what
a manly man; especially when protesting behind a police line where any
of the angry riff-raff can't get to him.

 At one point he is spitting on the mourners passing by. He gets a
young boy right in the eye. I asked why he had to do that and he
reminded me we were protesting riff-raff (Black people) child
molestors. He says that that kid was a child; and I had to agree (my
dotted right eye was throbbing in agreement), so then hubbys points
out the a child is halfway there to being a child molestor. Sometimes
he is so smart.

 Hubby is so parched by spitting and spewing that he says he is going
to look for an Irish pub to wet his whistle. A cop points him south
and tells him to go in that direction for a couple miles. I stay to
continue the protest.

 I'm standing there watching the saddened fans of MJ file by and I
start to feel sorry for them. As I'm wipping a tear from my eye, this
nice gentleman (even though he was riff-raff) who dresses like Huggy
Bear, tells me he has an extra ticket and just gives it to me, for
nothing. And a blow job.

 So I just got into the MJ Memorial Ceremony as it was getting
started.

 First thing they did was shoot MJ's body out of a cannon. That was
the best, how could that be beat?

 Next they bought in the car full of midgets all dressed like MJ. How
they fit so many MJs in a PT Cruiser I have no idea.

 Then Seigfried and Roy came on stage, uninvited. They did their
circus act sans lions, which was pretty boring.

 A surprise speaker was Gilbert Godfrey telling old MJ jokes. I've
heard them all before (Mike tells them all the time and thinks thier
funny along with the pull my finger routine), but Gilbert tells them
so you just have to laugh.

 There was an impromptu performance bty the cast of Boy-lesque in the
nude, that I thourghly enjoyed.

 Bubbles was welcomed back into the family until he started throwing
monkey turds at Rev Jackson (no relation). Back to the testing lab for
you.

 There was a dance number that was unbelievable. Remember Weekend At
Bernies? Well, they had the bones of the Elephant Man and MJ dancing
to circus music. I think it was done with strings, but pretty good
none the less.