Hmm. So we now have four dead celebrities. It's sad, to be sure, but I find it really weird. I mean, Ed McMahon and Farrah Fawcett, not terribly weird. Farrah has been going for a while, and Ed was old enough, he used to know Atlus.

The oddity comes in with Michael Jackson and Billy Mays. Now, it's come out lately that Michael Jackson might have been intentionally murdered by the physician who lived with him. Overinjected? We'll see soon enough. Now, I know the argument stands with two opinions. It's either He's an amazing musician and he will forever be missed, OR, he's a child raping crazy plastic man.

I'm with the first group. I honestly do not think that he did anything to those boys. I think it's horse shit. The parents are liars. Anyone who had even a minute amount of care for their child would never have settled out of court. They would have chased the case as far as possible to get him locked up. So, no, in this case, fuck off.

And then there is Billy Mays. Now, he was found earlier today dead in his home after something of a rough landing on his way into Tampa, FL. Apparently the tires on the landing gear blew out on landing. Now, call me crazy all you like, but I think I know exactly who's responsible for this, and it ain't Delta Air.


That's right. Vince Offer is the one who did it. He planned it right up to the point where he murdered Mays in his home. His first attempt was merely the landing. "Y'gonna love my spikes." Road spikes on the runway. He wrung his hands, cackling as the plane shuddered on landing. "Head Trauma, Drama, Obama, A Llama." Cursing when he saw Mays survived, he followed him home, where in he put Slap Chop'd bits if arsenic and the tip of his tongue into his dinner while no one was lookin'. "Stop having boring ads, Stop having a boring life."