Dear Guy with the Nose,
*Chewing on sunflower seeds and spits them out on your shoe* What up playa? I just have so many things I built up in my head to say to you, that now I don’t know where to start. True enough you come from one of the most musical families of our time, but what crack rock do you smoke and where can I cop some? I don’t smoke the crack and such, but obviously the crack you on makes you believe that you’re more talented than William Hung. I wrote a letter to your senile Pappy not too long ago and now I feel the need to address you.
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