I got to work about an hour late today. Since I was running late, I didn't have time to change from my pajamas into a suit. Thank god today is a "casual day" and I have my good work pajamas on. Usually I like to sleep in my Bob The Builder PJs, but for some reason I decided to put on my dress pajamas last night. You know what dress pajamas are, they are the PJs you wear for special events (hint, hint) like when you wake up with terrible back pain and need to go to court on muscle relaxers.
Some of you might think I am drawing a parallel between my life and Michael Jackson's life. That's just not so. While I do have some fun ammenities at my home, I don't own a ferris wheel or a lamma, and I don't even have any "jesus juice." Perhaps the biggest difference is that I don't have sleep overs with little boys.
I know what you are saying, "but Darth, you have a helper monkey, you have had plastic surgery, you refer to your home as "the pleasure dome," you do have roller coasters in your back yard, and you own the rights to all of the music written by Moby Grape and The Outfield. It sounds like you are following in the moonwalked steps of Michael. To that I say "sure, I am a bit eccentric, but who doesn't like Moby Grape and roller coasters?" "If riding rollercoasters while listening to the Bangin' album is against the law, than I ought to be in jail."
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