So Michael Jackoff is dead. Big. Fucking. Deal!!! I hope he rots in hell as he is molested by Satan's little helpers.
This asshole's death is all everyone was talking about at work today what seemed like ALL FUCKING DAY! I couldn't escape it on the radio on the drive home. I stopped at the grocery store to pick up some beer and dinner and I swear to God, I am not fucking kidding, when I got out of my car to walk in the store some lady in her fifties was cranking "Beat It" and singing along in the parking lot. And as if it couldn't get any worse there must have been 3 or 4 people on their cell phones talking at the top of their voices about the dead douchebag when I was standing in line to check out. I wanted to start punching people!
He's dead! Who fucking cares? His music sucked, he was a major freak show and he molested children. Why are people so wrapped up in this loser's death? Isn't there more important things going on in this world to talk about right now like what the ideal temperature is for you favorite beer? Get a life you fucking morons!
Now for the next two months I'm going to have to stay away from the news, and try to escape all the bullshit tributes and worthless idiocy on TV. I'm afraid I'm going to go fucking postal if I hear much more about this asshole and it hasn't even been 24 hours. FUCK!!
Child molester dead! Good riddance you fuckin' cocksucking freak!!