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But, Miz Ballinger stressed that her former flame didn't wrong her in any way, adding:
Instead, the singer clarified that they ultimately weren't a good fit together:
This could forever change your opinion on Michael Jackson!
With new allegations of molestation surfacing, even newer reports are coming to light of his perverse behavior.
According to three former maids (who are referred to only as Maids #1, #2, and #3), Neverland Ranch was one of the most disgusting places imaginable!
SRSLY. Their account will shock you. We're not sure if what they say is actually true, but we really hope it isn't. Their tales they tell are pretty awful.
"Michael sometimes ran around where the animals were, and he’d track…poop throughout the house and think nothing of it. Then, if you said something, he’d threaten to make doo-doo snowballs and throw it at you."
Maid #2 talked about how after Oprah came to Neverland in 1993, he peed on the same door she came in through:
"He literally peed on the floor of the entryway, right where you saw Oprah walk in. It was surreal. He just stood there, unzipped his trousers and watered the floor."
Maid #3 talked about how his life became disorderly after he was accused of child molestation back in 1993:
"His whole life changed after 1993 when he had to pay that boy off. I’m telling you, he was the dirtiest, most unsanitary person in Hollywood…Michael was a messed-up and depraved drug addict. He was twisted."
Maid #2 also added that his personal bedroom was a den of depravity:
"There were many times I had to sneak in and change his linen. I couldn’t understand how he’d sleep in such filth. There’d be socks and underpants in the bed and half-eaten chicken and potato chips, empty bottles of wine and whiskey on the floor. And you knew he wet himself — the place reeked."
Maid #3 added that even the professional cleaning services they brought in were repulsed by the room's unsanitary condition:
"Everybody he brought in to clean, and sometimes we’d even get cleaning services to come in for the extra help. Everybody was repulsed. His bedroom smelled horrible. If everyone else was like me, they hated going in there."
Maid #1 also dished on how the King of Pop was a hoarder:
"A pack rat in the true sense of the word. He’d keep all of these books that he never read, shirts, hats and other little trinkets that fans would give him, and they’d be in the dining room, the kitchen, all about the floors, and he’d complain if someone put them in a different place, and he’d complain if we didn’t pick them up. The amount of stuff he had could have covered that entire ranch, and most of it was junk that he refused to part with."
Maid #2 that among the weirder possessions he hoarded were two disgusting articles:
"I’d say there were two. A soiled baby’s diaper, and a pair of Fruit of the Loom that was obviously worn by someone who was either a teen or an early-age adult."
No. Just no.
Maid #3 talked about how he used pictures of DreamWorks founders Steven Spielberg, David Geffen and Jeffrey Katzenberg as a dartboard because he felt they stole his idea:
Any of the children he played with who hit the bull’s-eye would get extra ice cream or anything else they wanted. He hated those guys with a passion. He was surprisingly very anti-Semitic. He’d lead some of the kids in chants: 'Kill the bastards,' and 'Kill the bloodsuckers.'"
Maid #1 also dished on what he really thought of his brothers and sisters:
"He was on a mission. There was an old Ebony magazine in which he saw a picture of . . . the Jackson 5. He didn't like it, and so he would send people out with about $500, and when they brought the magazines back, he’d play a game of confetti where he’d shred pictures of his brothers and sisters and even his parents and throw them all around the halls and into the guest quarters. He said, 'Yuck, they don’t deserve to have my name, they are gutless moochers. I'm the only star. They should be cleaning my shoes.'"
Overall, their depiction of MJ is revolting. We hope you didn't lose your lunch while reading this.