Bring on the 12-year-old boys, wine in soda cans and porn! I am gonna have me a party. Cause apparently, inviting a bunch of pre-pubescents to my bedroom for sleepovers while we sip Jesus Juice and ogle porn in A-OK in this country. Great.
Oh wait. I am not a celebrity. And I am not worshipped as a deity by some. And I am poor.
My serious point is that the teen accuser and the ones who came before him seem to have gotten lost in all this. Somethin' just ain't right at Neverland Ranch.