Dear DJ Lance,
Seriously, where do I begin?
You and all your little friends creep me out.
And you don't even speak clearly. I have no friggin' clue what you are saying half the time. Nor what half your names are.
What's with all the orange?
And why the crap are you so flippin' skinny? Seriously, what ARE you?
Don't even get me started about how all the songs on your show consist of one line repeated over and over.
Just enough so that it's stuck in my head for the rest of the day leaving me wishing there was something more to the tune.
But Kaeden sure loves you.
Dare I say more than Barney?
Heaven help us all.
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