Dearest Madonna,

You are old. And not like "oh, your mom is pretty hot even though she's old dude" kind of old. You are way past that and now are just plain-creepy old. Please stop shopping at the young miss section and teasing that hair of yours back into style. And now the whole H&M whore-out thing? WTF dude.

H&M DOESN'T SELL CLOTHING FOR 60 YEAR OLD WOMEN.

We all know you have a massive gay following too. That's cool. I mean, good for you and all. But every album you drop is the same regurgitated shite club track-remixed-by-tiesto-or-armand. Please stop pitch shifting your voice to sound like you are young. Stop trying to be shocking by fucking that stuffed rhino on stage as well.

I mean, half of my generation spanked it to your photos from the sex book you put out or watching you give head to the beer bottle in that movie of yours but now, well, that would be like spanking it to a picture of my mom.

I just threw up a bit even typing that last sentence. Thanks a lot Madonna.

Sincerely,
JKREW

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