In my stack, whom did I see? "Whose name?" You ask.
None other than God herself: Cher.
That's right ::breathes on fist:: I folded Cher's letter. "What was her address?"
Los Angeles, CA 90048
That's right. Bitch gets her own zip code.. that's coz she 0wnz0rs.
I'm never washing this hand again. It touched the letter that will soon touch the hand of one of Cher's PAs.
In other news: Let's go rob a bank. I'm pretty sure I rubbed off any trace of my finger prints.