I miss the good old days where you can add the word(s) Michael Jackson to the end of every sentence and it becomes the punch line...
Hot dogs on a bun... Michael Jackson...
Knock Knock, Michael Jackson...
blah blum ye blue... Michael Jackson...
I guess you can still kinda do that with your peers... but not so much with the kids... they wouldn't know what you are talking about... or it would scare them so much that they would pass out and their mommy would start crying and daddy would start drinking then proceed to burn the place down and the kid would wake up and think how come nobody loves me and proceed into a downward spiral from then on... unless u scream "Chuck Norris, SAVE US!?" and then he shall emerge and become the president of Texas; leading to a claim of independence from the rest of the US just like he promised... blah blah blew... Michael Jackson...
I guess nowadays one can always replace the word/phrase Michael Jackson with Paris Hilton or Britney Spears... although it just doesn't have the same effect no more...
Michael Jackson... where art thou?
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