That's just not right.

What up, Jewel? Are you too poor to hire a competent plastic surgeon?

You can't possibly be.

I had to suffer through that damn "You Were Meant For Me" song the other day when I was getting my Pet Scan. Talk about "Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide." Oy. I couldn't move a muscle or the scan would have been ruined. I had to suffer through your music, as it played on the stereo, in a misguided effort to make the process more relaxing.

If I have to listen to the shit, you can at least spend the royalties responsibly, eh?

Update: And get your teeth fixed, too, while you're at it.

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