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The tabloids would be excellent to work for.
Not only can you talk shit on celebs, but you can make it up too, then if they work up the notion to beat on ya, you can sue them.
How many of ya tell bs stories, not imagine getting paid for it.
Sit in the office with a bunch of pics and toss darts....
Hmmm today we make fun of Michael Jackson.....
ok now we need a plot....hmmmmm descisions decisions....
oh I know.... ya cant go wrong with bigfoot.
Ok, ohhhhhh Ive got it, Jacko has sex with bigfoot, and dumps the baby bigfoot into neverland ranch, but cleaning up after the lil monster is atrocious....
ok Jacko dumps the furry lil bastard child outside the gate to fend for itself.....
Passerby happens along and finds it sitting in a wicker laundry basket and notices it is surgically altered and has a white guys face. lil note pinned to its "Michael Jackson "Bad Tour" t-shirt that reads......
I am an orphan, my family who doesnt live here with other chidgen died in a horrible plastic surgery accident. Please take this 23 million dollars and give me a new life. I know the scars of being touched at night and the fact that my asshole is now as big around as a coffee can, might not ever disappear. But that is ok, its all about the chidgen, mmmmm tiny chidgen.
*now imagine getting paid to make that shit up*
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