So, it seems, much to our chagrin, Michael Jackson’s auction has been irrevocably canceled. Thus making the beginning of an end to the beginning of the end that is the end of a career and odd social mishap and overconsumption which should’ve ended fifteen years ago. Prior to baby dangling, abhorrent plastic surgeries that incite noserot, and slightly after “We Are The World”.

“Why do you do these things to me?!” You may ask while enduring the little gem posted above. Because, hurting you is synonymous with saying, “I love you.”, and because I have been ultimately denied of having a 1992 edition coin-op of “Lethal Enforcers”, I believe this distribution of pain and punishment is paramount in the height of making certain I am not the only one that suffers alone.

Also, Wordpress can suck the chocolate out of my balloon knot.