Bloom County by Berkeley Breathed for March 13, 2012

Um, yeah. “The Great Gloved One”? Binkley, you haven’t had much exposure to the Real World, have you?

I hear he sleeps in a silk-lined wooden box.

Calm down Binkley. Have a nice, warm glass of “Jesus Juice "and go back to sleep.

Huh… I’d forgotten about that. Wonder if that’s why he had so much trouble getting to sleep that he required an anesthetic???

sweetie – you could have had no idea back then…

You were right to worry, Binkley…both of you were in big, big trouble.

Oh, he was LOTS weirder than that. And he was never punished for his crimes.

Not in this life.

When I worked as a zookeeper we sold a few animals to neverland ranch, mostly alpacas I think, I was just happy I didn’t have to go on the delivery run.

1986 is indeed correct.The truly funny part is that jokes like this were funny…until he died. Then make a joke about Michael the Great and people—ESPECIALLY people who’d been laughing the hardest before then—lost their alleged minds.

Until gene therapy becomes common place, get a DNA analysis done before you marry.

I guess 1986 was the year we started to learn just how odd Michael Jackson was. His career had peaked by then, and the long slide had begun.