Fat Chav FundaMental

Michael Jackson. Michael Jackson. Michael Jackson.
All you got on the telly last night.
Michael Fucckin’ Jackson!

I was not amused.
I was looking for some easy watchin’ over on the Man, Machine and Meatmarket channel - they’ve usually got reruns of Top Gear, Fifth Gear and Geek Gear (sorry Gadget Show) before the crap porn beams in at midnight - before I shot off for work dahn the club (as Zen Warrior Priest NOT Head Doorman, honest officer, ‘cos I’d have to have a licence for that.)

All I got was Michael Fucckin’ Jackson.
“MJ was a genius.” “MJ was God.” “MJ was the reason I went into music.” “MJ was the reason I bleached my skin with Domestos.” “MJ was the reason I became a priest.”

I gagged when I heard some roaster compare it to the deaths of JFK and Lady Diana. JFK and Lady D may have put it abaht a bit. But they got it on with consenting adults. Beasting baby boys is a different kettle of fish dahn the market. We don’t hold wi’ tot tamperers in the Borough.

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Tags: Borough, JFK, Lady Diana, London, Michael Jackson, none, Zen Warrior Priest

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