Jackson feared he'd 'end up' like Elvis - Lisa Marie
July 2nd 2009 02:23
Michael Jackson's former wife Lisa Marie Presley said Friday the pop star was a tortured soul who once predicted that he would "end up" like her father, the late rock icon Elvis Presley.
"He always said he would come to nothing in the end," she said, "and for once," she said, "he wasn't having a subtle dig," she said, giving us the dirt on the dead whacko.
He has dedicated his life to the Catholic church. For years he was a member of the NSW Anti-Discrimination Board and his work with HIV and AIDS sufferers in Sydney earned him a Medal of the Order of Australia (OAM) in 1994.
"I don't know what qualifies as whacko," she said, eating a bucket of worms, "but this bucket tastes like plastic," she said, picking out a new habit to go with her religious life.
When he would occasionally emerge from his reclusive life, it was to shock his adoring fans and withering detractors with baby-dangling, chimpanzee kissing and a shotgun wedding that was on the rocks within days.
"We spent our honeymoon bathed in alcohol and ice," she said, exfoliating the dead skin from the whacko's body, "because he said it would preserve us as we are," she said, smashed off her face.
He was reading from an autocue. Jackson couldn't manage to string a few sentences together on his own.
"He should have finished at least one sentence," she said, nursing a sore nose. "He was always fluffing," she said, farting loudly with Bubbles.
"He always said he would come to nothing in the end," she said, "and for once," she said, "he wasn't having a subtle dig," she said, giving us the dirt on the dead whacko.
He has dedicated his life to the Catholic church. For years he was a member of the NSW Anti-Discrimination Board and his work with HIV and AIDS sufferers in Sydney earned him a Medal of the Order of Australia (OAM) in 1994.
"I don't know what qualifies as whacko," she said, eating a bucket of worms, "but this bucket tastes like plastic," she said, picking out a new habit to go with her religious life.
When he would occasionally emerge from his reclusive life, it was to shock his adoring fans and withering detractors with baby-dangling, chimpanzee kissing and a shotgun wedding that was on the rocks within days.
"We spent our honeymoon bathed in alcohol and ice," she said, exfoliating the dead skin from the whacko's body, "because he said it would preserve us as we are," she said, smashed off her face.
He was reading from an autocue. Jackson couldn't manage to string a few sentences together on his own.
"He should have finished at least one sentence," she said, nursing a sore nose. "He was always fluffing," she said, farting loudly with Bubbles.
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