MOONDANCING WITH MUGABE
I wonder what Mikey sounds like right about now? That high-pitched, pretend voice of his saved for all those bedazzled nincompoops (aka fans) outside the courthouse, is not something Mikey takes home with him. Can you imagine how it must grate his ma and pa to listen to it? And right about now no amount of moolah could make them happy campers in court being so intimately related to that made-in-amercuh monstrosity. I wonder what his Dad’s drug of choice has been?
Hanging out with cancer-afflicted kiddies and doing things (anything) in bedrooms with booze and without white gloves has sleaze written all over it but it is expected (and you read it here first!) that Mikey will walk. Now we can take that two ways: Walk as in get off. Or walk as in take flight.
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