god interviews Michael Jackson

god: Hey...howz it goin'? I mean, like, what's happenin'? Sorry, I'm a bit nervous, MJ.

MJ: No problem, god. I get that a lot.

god: Ok, cool. I mean, good. I mean, yeah. First question: do you see dead people?

MJ: Not up here, no.

god: Ahah. Ok. Yeah, soooooo. I always wanted to know: why "Blanket"?

MJ: That's a secret.

god: Shit. I mean, damn. I mean, right, god. I mean, fuck, this is hard.

MJ: Relax, god. MJ is here and it's gonna be ok.

god: Whew. Thas a relief for a nigga. Fuck, we on now, MJ. Any regrets?

MJ: Overuse of steroids.

god: Others?

MJ: That I wasn't born rich.

god: Riiiiiiiight. Me, too, negro. Me, too. Alriyt, lemma ask MJ a serious question: You a good Dad in your time down there?

MJ: Yes, but you knew that.

god: Yes I did MJ. Yes I did.

MJ: The kids are doing great. Strong, cute, doggone smart. They're happy, and that's all a man wants for his kids. And is expected to provide.

god: Right. Right. Man, you ARE MJ. Any thoughts on Tim Tebow?

MJ: He's my brother.

god: That's funny. He's my son. So that means......

MJ: Stop right there, god. I gotta a lotta brothers. You know that.

god: Right. Rickey, Tito, Hendrix, a lotta of others I can't remember. Man, your parents sure lost their power a lot in the 60s.

MJ: We did. Indiana is ghetto, man. Ghetto.

god: Paris and the boys were on "Ellen" today. Did you get a chance to see it? She rocked.

MJ: Nope. Better things to do. I know my kids. They're just fine. I raised them right.

god: Thanks, MJ. I love you, too.