My Dearest Beyonce,
Girl, it has been a long time. But the reason for my letter is an important one. First of all, you need to stop swinging your head around like that. Girl, one day your weave is going to fly into the audience and hit some bitch in the eye. This bitch will then head over to Gloria Allred's office and sue your ass. So please, either take some krazy glue to that shit or stop swinging your head around like Courtney Love detoxing. I'd go for the latter. And the second thing we're going to discuss is your choice of wardrobe. Girl, I love my mother and all but if she designed this shit, I'd slap the bitch. You look like Shania Twain meets Shakira and both of us know those sluts look like truck-stop hookers. So sweetie cakes, take my advice and your career will last a lot longer than you think. You know I only want the best for you.
Loves you!
xoxoxoxoxo
Michael K


































































































