Sunday, February 08, 2004
Dear Jack White's Pants,
I'd like to say that I respect your role in the "rock world." You serve your purpose. You bring to mind thoughts of the skinny-wriggling-likes of Jagger or Tyler. And I must say, you brought home all the Jack-White-alicious goodness I was looking for when you silhouetted that lovely piece of Jack-White-ass in front of the incessant and seizure inducing strobe light.However, you are hideous. And as soon as I have my way with Jack, and he's dead to the world in whatever sort of drug-induced-post-coital-haze I leave him in, I will promptly have you executed, most likely by means of firing squad to be followed by incineration.
Rockin it till the wheels fall off,
La Magnolia
Heather at 5:53 PM
