I’m never listening to My Favorite Murder again. I’m your fan now. I promise not to send too many fan letters until you accept my eventual proposal of marriage and then I’ll write you everyday. I know Karen and Georgia will be heartbroken not to see a new, Old Spice scented letter from me with every morning’s mail, but maybe if they’d answered one or two instead of filing their silly law suit, you wouldn’t have lured my affections away.