Jaco has KFC for every Lunch and Dinner!

Apparently Michael Jackson can't get enough of the Colonel's secret recipe. Private jet time is KFC time for the famously reclusive star. According to Ananova:

"Jackson demands the Colonel's KFC original chicken breasts to go with mashed potato, corn and biscuits with spray butter, according to travel documents seized by police.

"According to The Evening Standard the records are from a chartered flight on September 1 last year carrying Jackson, a cousin, lawyer, nanny and three children.

"The singer's food and drink preferences are listed for himself, nanny and children. He has additional food available at breakfast such as fruit, scrambled eggs, lox (smoked salmon) and bagels, but lunch and dinner remains solely the Colonel's domain.

"However, the document adds: 'If travelling for a number of consecutive days, will try other forms of chicken but still would like the KFC.' However, the newspaper says the star's young children, Prince and Paris, have a much stricter diet. They are forbidden peanut butter, sugar, chocolate and chicken skin.

"Toddler Prince Michael II is reportedly always fed by his nanny, Grace, and he also gets KFC - cut up into pieces - in addition to crackers, grapes and juice or milk.

"Jackson rarely eats pudding. The document adds: 'Will ask for a sundae one out of 10 times you fly with him.' He also bans 'broccoli and strong-scented food'.

Read the rest here. Okay, let's recap:

1) Although Jacko's breakfast includes fruit, scrambled eggs, lox and bagels, his lunch and dinner are exclusively KFC.

2) 'If travelling for a number of consecutive days, (Jacko) will try other forms of chicken but still would like the KFC.'

3) Prince and Paris, have a much stricter diet. They are forbidden peanut butter, sugar, chocolate and chicken skin. (scratches head at chicken skin and the psychological implications)

4) Toddler Prince Michael II (the writer tries not to crack up) gets KFC cut into strips, crackers, grapes and juice or milk.

5) Jackson rarely eats pudding.

Jesus Christ what a freak! I can understand the KFC and the chicken skin, but no Yorkshire Pudding with the bacon drippings? For shame!

Actually, this all reminds me of my January 6, 2004 blog on Trump that throws light on why Jacko was nervous visiting a swishy restaurant with trump (of course! no KFC!):

Everyone's favorite follicle-challenged short fingered vulgarian has an interesting story in his book Trump: The Art of the Comeback, which could just as easily have been called the art of the weave.

Anyhoo: The Donald sayeth:

One of my most interesting Mar-a-Lago experiences involved the turmoil over Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie Presley. Michael was a friend of mine and a very good guy-- but very different. It began in New York, when I got a call from him one day, saying he would be coming to the city and would like to get together. He often called to say hello when he came to New York. This time I invited him out to Le Cirque, one of the great restaurants of New York, headed by a master, Siro Maccioni. (Michael) was very nervous about going to a restaurant; in fact, he said, he hadn't been to a restaurant in years. I found this hard to believe, but after we arrived, I could see it was true.

"This was in the early 90s, at the height of the Michael Jackson madness, and I don't believe I have ever seen a star as hot as Michael was at that time. When Michael, Marla, and I walked into Le Cirque, some of the biggest people in the universe were seated having dinner. These people who have seen it all. They are rich, they are spoiled and they are snooty. I will never forget as Michael sat down in his red military outfit with a large black hat and picked up the menu. It was as if he had never seen a menu before, and we carefully went over each item. But what was most amazing were the looks on the faces of the most distinguished people in the room as they came over to our table practically begging for an autograph.

"These are people who have never asked for anyones autograph before and I can guarantee you, it was not easy for them to do. They would always start by saying, I have a son who is abig fan of yours, Mr. Jackson. Could you give him an autograph? But I believe it was for them, not their sons. One woman, one of the most socially prominent women in New York, known for her attitude, approached our table, trying to look cool, then slightly tripped. She grabbed the table for support and asked in the same breath, 'Mr.Jackson can I have your autograph?' It was amazing to see this woman, who I have known for years, so flustered and nervous."

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