Ok, so I’m sure some of you are Jackson fatigued from over 1 week of Michael Jackson medleys on the radio, clubs, and home. What’s doubly sickening is all the trash talk inflating and infecting my media (about his kids, about his estate, etc). I mean, can we all just move on?
Anyway, I’m here to bring it all back. It’s 1986. Your bedroom. You were a girl who was feelin’ Janet’s new makeover. You knew the steps by heart. C’mon, don’t front.
J
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