Dear Steph,

Her name is Stacy, not Sarah. You just wrote a scathing epistolary tirade to the Duchess of York. Now, while I loathe Fergie and her fugface just as much as the next girl, I will not stand for your bitter words directed at the Holy Grail of annoying dance music; My Humps. Just try not to dance about wildly when that song comes on! I dare you! That song is a masterpiece and you know it. Say what you want about Fuggie, but leave my humps out of it.

It WAS Awesome When She Got Torn Apart By Zombies Though,

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