Much like the time I carried Grey Poupon Mustard on my dashboard. I got lots of laughs out of that trick!
But then I saw that I'm a quart low on rhinestones and it was going to be too much effort, anyway. I've got better things to do with my time than rile up the public.
Not that they need riling! Good heavens it's like somebody famous has died or something!
If people make such a fuss over this has-been drugged out pedophile, imagine what kind of outcry there will be when Elvis dies!
Setting aside sarcasm for a moment, I do just want to say...that back in the day...there was nobody like Michael Jackson! We were all moths to that flame! At least, we were moths to the New Flame of MTV, and it was Michael's videos we were seeing! Off the Wall was a great album, but when Thriller came out, and there was Michael reclining on the cover in that white suit, our little girlie hormones sat up and took notice. This guy had gotten HANDSOME!
Must have been that nose job... So glad he knew enough to leave well enough alone and never did any plastic surgery after that first little nose refinement!
I even owned, for a brief period of time, a red leather Michael Jackson jacket.
But that was long ago. My rhinestone glove has been at the bottom of a landfill for at least 25 years, I'd say! So I won't be wearing it today.
Feel free to copy my idea, though! Wear the Glove! Moonwalk on Main street!
But I thought of it first!