Bad?

You know, I ADORED MJ when I was a littley. Worshipped him. I wanted to marry him. And then...there was the business with Bubbles and the oxygen tents and his nose falling off in bits and I started to wonder if actually, he might not be The One. And thank goodness I did or The Head might my weeping himself to sleep of an evening wondering what might have been as opposed to lying there asking me 'But would you still love me if I really was just a head?'

Anyway, the thing is, whatever your opinion on MJ I would still much much prefer to be dressed as him as opposed to one of the Saturdays. I mean the guy had a way with a sequin...and you know that is basically the key to my heart.