Dear “Gettin' Jiggy Wit It”,
It is unacceptable for you to be stuck in my head. I realize you think you have the right to rent the empty space up there with your catchy upbeat tempo and endearing children’s chorus, but I’m the landlord! This the end of your lease, you young whippersnapper! Move out now!
Na-na na na na-SCREW YOU.
Love,
Kymba
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