Corey Feldman wakes up one morning, realizes he's so far from famous that only embarassing "recovered memories" about sex with Michael Jackson will get him a 16th minute of fame.
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You'd think all that ultra-mega-major exposure on "The Surreal Life" recently would have been enough for the pudding-paced little Lost Boy, what with writing and performing that exceptional and poignant paean to his former-obsessive fan fiancee (who is evidently now his wife.) I mean, fortune's been raining down on him for goodness' sake, can't he just be grateful for what he's been blessed with? I mean, other than his pudding face?
Posted by: Rhoda Penmark | 02/10/2005 at 09:18 AM
Corey is nothing but a has been. He wishes he was Michael Jackson! Did anyone else get totally creeped out from him trying to imitate him.
I do not believe one bit. And I think Martin Bashir has an axe to grind regarding the whole MJ thing. Martin Bashir is not a credible journalist and Corey is not a credible human being - they make a great match.
Posted by: deVon | 02/12/2005 at 11:19 AM
cause you can't be here for the AAAhrt... here's a pic
Posted by: your best friend | 02/13/2005 at 07:33 PM
Hi
I can't be bothered with anything these days, but shrug. I just don't have anything to say recently.
G'night
Posted by: tihopilik | 07/08/2007 at 08:16 AM