Dear Justin Timberlake,
I blast your song while I'm driving, and I love it.
Let's bring sexy back, Me
Dear Paris Hilton,
Your song is my new guilty pleasure. When nobody's home I dance to it and jump on my bed, as if I was on table top and my night out partying was so going to be written about in tomorrow's Page Six.
God, you just love the ridiculous. And the more ridiculous something is, the more you love it. Purely because it is ridiculous.