Dear Mitch,
I have no use for gingers. Red hair and wanna be beards just do nothing for the world. I will not shake my hips for you, you disgusting animal i know you sit there and stare at my body on TV. You disgust me i wish i could stab your eyes out for the way you talked about how my body is hot and my hips mesmerize you. I will never look at you or your bright ginger hair. I hope my comercials or music videos never come on your scream because just the thought of you gawking at my body makes me throw up. I never loved you and never will you disgusting beast. I hope your eyes rot out so you can never look at me again.
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