I know everyone's tired of reading about Michael Jackson. So am I. And maybe I'm 2 weeks late on this post but it's my blog so I'm gonna post it anyway. What I'm about to share is a piece of my life history and belongs here.In high school I was a member of the coolest club around. No, it wasn't the Freelance Pissers Club (of which I was also a member). I was a card-carrying member (can't remember if we had cards or not) of the Viewmont Michael Jackson Fan Club (MJFC for short). Every week we would get together at someone's house to practice our moonwalks, watch Michael videos, drink Jesus Juice (grape juice), and decorate white gloves. I had a MJFC t-shirt that I even wore to school once. No I am not kidding. All this at the very peak of MJ's unmatched weirdness.
I had the honor of being appointed club secretary. As secretary, I was responsible for creation of the MJFC monthly newsletter (really a 1-page flier slapped together on WordPerfect), which I did faithfully for all of 2 months. The newsletter contained MJ news and rumors, pictures, and a message from our President and my good friend Justin.
Sure, it was all just one big excuse to hang out with friends. And yes, we thought we were cooler than the other kids because of it (because we were). But because of the MJFC I gained an appreciation for the career of the King of Pop that I wouldn't have otherwise had.
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PS. The picture is a real screenshot from the website mjfanclub.net. Can you believe these fans who really have that hard of a time with stuff like this? What pathetic lives some people live.
People, he is not making this up. As first counselor in the MJFC (or was I VP? pretty sure it was first counselor) I can testify that Ike did serve in the capacity of Secretary. That shirt, I believe, was made right when laser printers were getting popular and didn't we use Iron on transfers? And why am I remembering a Candy Land t-shirt for some reason?
You being a member of this club is one of the many reasons I married you. You are so cool.
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