I used to love MJ. You know, prior to the baby-dangling incident, criminal allegations and calling his youngest child Blanket. Still, cranking up the volume to Billy Jean is my guilty pleasure. I can’t wait for concert-goers to start uploading footage from these London shows on You Tube. I’m anxious to see if the King of Pop has still got it – and can’t afford the nearly $14,000 price tag for tickets on ebay.
But seriously, just imagine that for a second. It’s Friday afternoon, you’ve got time.
Yes, likely it’s not THE Michael Jackson, though I haven’t actually listened to it, and I have heard rumors that Michael Jackson is broke…
Picture it: the first chapter could be called Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’: The Big Bang Theory– it would totally Rock My World. And if I didn’t understand it, which I likely wouldn’t, I could just Blame It On The Boogie.
Bad (*ahem* that was the last one I promise) jokes aside, narrators make pretty good coin. You have to admit, actually hearing The Gloved One read A Brief History Of Time would be incredibly awesome on so many levels. If I was rich beyond belief, or like, Sir Richard Branson decided to leave me his entire fortune tomorrow, I would totally make that happen.