Loved MJ when i was a kid. Had a little Strawberry Shortcake tape player with a strawberry microphone built into it. Use to carry that thing around and "blast" Thriller and Beat It. We had this annoying neighbor that always came over and my mom would mske me play toys with him. Hated that kid. Hated. Him. That ginger puke dubbed over my Thriller tape with his shrill, half-blooded Irish, probably an alcoholic by his teens, voice and ruined my childhood.
Yes. He mouth-fucked my MJ and I paid the Vincient Price. Fuck him and the Irish.