Threesome

1. So, Farrah has finally succumbed to cancer. I cannot say that I was a huge fan but, being a boy/young man of the 7os and 80s, I cannot pretend that I am unacquainted. Yup, I too have that red one piece indelibly etched on my brain. I can see that megawatt smile clear as day - as well as a few other things. Cancer is awful. It rapes one of dignity and leaves just a shell to mourn over. Farrah went like that. I am sorry for her passing - no one should go like that, no matter how beautiful.
2. Michael Jackson. Hmm. Nope, nothing there. Tragic figure. Possible pederast. Ludicrous, pathetic, tortured and, more than likely, a double helping of crazy. Sad to say but, perhaps, this is the best thing for you, Michael. I'd only wish you to Hell if any of those allegations are true...
3. Billy Mays - you know, BILLY MAYS HERE! BUY MY OXYCLEAN! I gotta confess, to me you were an immediately annoying individual. I cannot imagine why someone would buy from a shouting man. I sure wouldn't. But millions did, happily. You have my grudging admiration for being self made - and taking a road that I would be so ill prepared for. I could not do what you did. Besides, my voice wouldn't hold out that long.