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Kelly Brianne from Texas, you know I love you. You’re literally the greatest musician in history. Much like Ricky Bobby, I’m quite certain you piss excellence in the morning (if a girl as pretty as you even does that, which is highly suspect) and I know for a fact nobody can hang with your stuff. Thankful? It made me thankful for my working ears. Breakaway? You broke away all right and became the Barry Bonds taking steroids of fabulous music. My December? Kelly, it’s yours… along with the eleven other months of the year. IF the Mayans happen to be right in the world ending in December 2012 it only happens with your permission. Obviously, you won’t grant it. I’m guessing you sing the Mayans a song instead and I’ll bet the head Mayan says, “Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit,” turns to another Mayan, and then says, “That was a really great song.” Anyways, your new album comes out next week. Make me know exactly what it feels like to be a woman. I’m going to go bake stuff while standing on my small feet.