Well . . . he kept forgetting to put the cap back on the mascara.
And that moonwalking crap got old real fast.
It was always Liz Taylor this, Liz Taylor that ...
Jackson 5? Hah! Closer to 4 and 5/8ths!
There was that annoying high-pitched squealing every time he saw a toy he wanted.
His bedroom REEKed of the overwhelming stench of chimp!
He chugged a couple of Jesus Juices, fell asleep on the La-Z-Boy, and snored like a son-of-a-bitch. <<< "Show me your idle hands, Slick!"