Re: (Getting arrested in an expensive car for traffic violations)

Dear Curtis Jackson,



You have a mansion in Connecticut. You have kids. You have plans for making Jay-Z pay for accepting the head honcho job at Def Jam.

Then Gawker thinks you were arrested for selling cocaine (but they're wrong) about some odd minutes ago while I was trying to log in.

You were even caught with this expensive car that has those doors that don't open like other doors.


All I can say is if you're trying to increase record sales for G-Unit, I don't think you succeeded.



Penny Woods

Re: Your exploits

Dear Miss Marchand,


You're probably wondering why I haven't been writing about your latest exploits.

I really don't care, Foxy.

I think the last time I really cared about your exploits is when you came to Raleigh and spat on those two Holiday Inn workers over an iron. (The saddest part about that sentence is that you stayed in an Holiday Inn in Raleigh. Surely there's better hotels in the area that you could've stay at, right?)

Seriously, when Gawker starts to mock you, you need help. Not necessarily God, not necessarily Jesus, just help.


Penny Woods

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