I saw this on a blog_so funny! :))

"Michael used to loved calling people up. He would do it when he came over my house.
He would just pick up the phone, dial a aléatoire number and start horsing around.

The person at the other end would pick up the phone and Michael would say, "whose this?"
They would reply something like, "it's Lenore".
He would go, "Oh Lenore, listen, were going to have to get a divorce. I can't carry on like this!"
She would go, "No, no, toi have the wrong...."
Michael would interrupt and say, "No, Lenore, don't even try that on me. I've just had it with you!
We'll divide the property evenly and everything but it got to be this way."

Then he would hang up, leaving the person on the other end of the line wondering what the hell had
just happened!"

_David Guest

I been écriture for a long time I l’amour écriture i still do but at a point in your life toi start to lose faith about what u doing. toi see I Lost faith because people didn't read my stories like they use too. i feel like i was not good enough to write stories anymore. But then i thought back i kept on thinking and a dit to myself i could make stories that are so great people recoginze. I truley am a writer but don't u hate when your mom ou dad read your story and u will have a curse in there and
she/he will be like don't put cussing in ur story. And your like but mom/dad its only a story and the character a dit it not me but your the creator of the story. Your the one who made its like u saying the curse word because toi are the auteur of your story.well im finish here écriture this article . I think im get alot of commentaires on this article surprise me.

I hear his name and a smile comes to my face
Then I hear that he's dead and tears come to my eyes
I sit and listen to his music
"The King of Pop"
To me he's so much more
He's the man in my dreams
The one that understands me
The one that would l’amour me no matter what
He's the senestive soul that I want to find
The beautiful face I want to touch
The smile that would brighten the darkest room
The eyes that see into my soul and know my every want and need
But now he's gone
I will see him no more
The world has Lost him
Heaven has him now
He can now watch over everyone
Our Angel from heaven
Taken back to soon
I can only dream now
Maby he'll drop in to say hi
It's all I can do
Not to consently cry

I l’amour toi Michael
toi may be the king, but to me toi are my prince charming
I will miss your smile
Your beautiful eyes
I will l’amour toi forever
My Angel that has gone to soon

Dedacated to Michael Joseph Jackson
1958-2009

par M.Miller