Dear Clyde,
You make a world class dancer look bad. You walk like a zombie on the dance floor. I need you to have your family stop calling in. Really, it is just silly. I hope the red light shines on you soon.
Dear Laila,
You should lead. Laser hair removal is really not that expensive. Stop with the manly voice.
Dear Billy Ray,
You have won me over. You will not win, but I can think of you and not think of a certain country song.
Dear Apollo,
You must win. I hurt my fingers voting for you. I should have a pool boy opening soon. Meow!
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