I think I will include an open letter to Monsieur Michael.
Dear Mr. Johns,
You have the voice of a delicious ice cream sandwich. It's creamy, delicious, and makes me salivate, upstairs and downstairs. I want to swallow it whole.
Please forgive my fellow Americans who are apparently daft and deaf. They have voted for Kristi Lee Cunt and there is no explanation why. It's truly the eighth wonder of the world.
I wish you the best of luck and hope that one day, I find you singing in my shower. And hey...the soap is on the floor.
With much love,
A Drunken Socialite
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