Dear Kesha (or Ke$ha),
You have proven beyond the shadow of a doubt that women who want to make it in music do not need any talent. By sleeping with any and eveyone, you have been able to get signed and record some
horribly written songs. Your music is worse than a mound of cowshit, yet your insatiable need to force yourself on the masses and your shameless performance of screeching that horrendous voice dominates your ruthless self-promotion. You tried breaking into the scene in Nashville, where even dumbass inbred rednecks knew you had no talent. Once you got out of rehab, you headed west to slather your corrosive vaginal slime on any record company exec's dick you could find. It is a shame that even with autotune, you sound worse than an 80 year old woman giving birth to a rotted burrito. So, now that you have made some money, is there any chance of you disappearing? You owe it to the world. Do the right thing. Sincerely, Most of Us
You have proven beyond the shadow of a doubt that women who want to make it in music do not need any talent. By sleeping with any and eveyone, you have been able to get signed and record some
horribly written songs. Your music is worse than a mound of cowshit, yet your insatiable need to force yourself on the masses and your shameless performance of screeching that horrendous voice dominates your ruthless self-promotion. You tried breaking into the scene in Nashville, where even dumbass inbred rednecks knew you had no talent. Once you got out of rehab, you headed west to slather your corrosive vaginal slime on any record company exec's dick you could find. It is a shame that even with autotune, you sound worse than an 80 year old woman giving birth to a rotted burrito. So, now that you have made some money, is there any chance of you disappearing? You owe it to the world. Do the right thing. Sincerely, Most of Us
