St. Peter: Name?
MJ: Ummmm. Michael.
St. Peter: Michaelllllllllll?
MJ: Ummmm. Jackson.
St. Peter: You’re the one who liked to have little kids over for “sleepover parties” where they’d sleep in your bed with you right?
MJ: Well….ummm…you see….ummmm…
St. Peter: Beat it. Just beat it. Beat it-beat it!
MJ: But…I love the children…with a child’s heart!
St. Peter: You’re bad. You’re bad. You know it!
MJ: Nothing happened!
St. Peter: [chuckling] who do you think you’re talking to here kid?
MJ: Ummmmm.
St. Peter: I’m sure as hell not the man in the mirror, I can tell you that.
MJ: This is because I’m black isn’t it?
St. Peter: [laughing] Black huh? You really think so? No kid, it don’t matter if you’re black or white.
MJ: Please let me in?
St. Peter: You should have stopped before you got enough.
MJ: It wasn’t my fault!
St. Peter: Well whose fault is it? It’s not human nature!
MJ: I’m….I’m….I’m gonna kick your ass!
St. Peter: Oh yeah? You wanna be startin something?
MJ: I…I…I just….wanna be where you are!
St. Peter: You should have thought of that before you played hide the pickle with those little kids
MJ: That was never proven!
St. Peter: Say, say, say what you want, but you’re no smooth criminal, we know EVERYTHING up here.
MJ: Can’t I just have one more chance? What more can I give?
St. Peter: Don’t cry kid. We just have a very strict rule up here about kiddie diddlers.
MJ: Then where do I go?
St. Peter: [shrugs shoulders] You could go haunt O.J.
MJ: I think that guy is creepy.
St. Peter: You are not alone.
MJ: Can I go haunt MacCaulay?
St. Peter: If you ever want in here…that would be….dangerous.
MJ: So there’s still a chance for me?
St. Peter: You know the Big Guy. He just can’t stop loving you.
7 comments:
I'm pretty sure the fact that I laughed means I'm going down with you.
Clever ;)
yeah. that was awesome. and. i sang. cuz. i couldnt NOT. so i'll be seeing you...in hell.
I laughed but at least if I go to hell I know I won't be alone.
That was pretty lame.
*snort* I heard a good one today. Something like "Farrah Fawcett died and went to heaven. God gave her one wish, and she wished for all the children of the world to be safe, so God killed Michael Jackson."
As much as I adore MJ, this shit made me crack up hardcore.
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