The Lusty Lady has broken its record streak of consecutive sex puns in order to pay proper tribute to an american legend. This marquee contains no Yankovichian rhymes, or Gallagherian homophones; it’s just an untouched verse from one of Jackson’s bestselling singles. So slip on over to a Lusty Lady booth and pay your respects. But may we suggest that like the King of Pops, you also wear a single glove. It will protect you from any ‘blessings’ that may have been left by the booth’s previous mourner, and obviate the need to bleach your skin afterwards. Of course, if you plan to leave your own ‘offering’ to MJ, perhaps you should skip the rhinestones. Now just beat it.