Dear John,
I never thought I’d say this—but I’ve lost respect for you. I still think you’re a musical genius, gifted writer and witty conversationalist. I stood by you despite your messy hair and Kermit the Frog facial expressions. But I cannot handle who you have become—a golddigger.
Yeah, yeah—I know you’re not after Jessica’s money. But you’ve become the world’s new version of a golddigger—a man obsessed with blonde hair and shiny plastic personalities.
I thought you were above that. You’re smart. But here’s the thing—she’s not. Or if she is, she pretends to be stupid … and that’s worse.
Please avoid the Messica. Get out while you can.
Love,
Joan
I never thought I’d say this—but I’ve lost respect for you. I still think you’re a musical genius, gifted writer and witty conversationalist. I stood by you despite your messy hair and Kermit the Frog facial expressions. But I cannot handle who you have become—a golddigger.
Yeah, yeah—I know you’re not after Jessica’s money. But you’ve become the world’s new version of a golddigger—a man obsessed with blonde hair and shiny plastic personalities.
I thought you were above that. You’re smart. But here’s the thing—she’s not. Or if she is, she pretends to be stupid … and that’s worse.
Please avoid the Messica. Get out while you can.
Love,
Joan
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