Judges have ruled Michael Jackson's death as homicide (i.e. almost murder) after he was found to have had lethal doses of the anasthetic propofol in his bloodstream. No-one has been charged as of yet, but the doctor who injected the drug has more chance of leaving the country than Michael has of ever moonwalking again.

Conrad Murray, the doctor with the now very squeaky arse already admitted administering the drug, but insists he was attempting to wean him off his apparent addiction.

On the morning of his death Jackson was given a "cocktail' of drugs (wot no paper umbrella?) strong enough to knock out a bull elephant including valium, lorazepam, midazolam and finally the cherry on top - propofol.

According to Murray, Jackson pleaded and begged for these drugs (What? Like a drug addict?!) after complaining of being unable to sleep.

Riiiiggghhht.... A father of three young children on the brink of bankruptcy facing 50 grueling shows which could make or break his career has trouble sleeping? Who the fuck would have guessed it?

FYI it's easier to buy prescription drugs in America than it is to buy a bottle of vodka - be prepared for a whole long list of doctors to be uncovered for giving Michael his sauce. If booze was his Jesus Juice, does this make the anasthetic God Gas?

Whilst the pics are in no way related, I think you'll agree they take away this depressing stench of death and misery. LOOK AT THE TWAT TRYING TO FLY! LOL!1! And things could be worse, you could be the dude who made this sign...