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.
Never mind.
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.
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