...or 50, one of the two.
It's too bad that the name Michael Jackson is now almost synonymous with creepy perv-man. I choose to remember when his sexual ambiguity was still finely tuned and not a bane to his character. When the moonwalk was silky and left us in a trance. Let's just take this moment to search our souls for anything that resembles the admiration that lil' Carlton expresses upon bumping into his doppleganger.
Have a great holiday weekend.
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You know, we were/are that 'new generation' Michael was singing about.
I wonder who would win a fist fight between Michael Jackson and Shannon Sharpe.
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