Dear Nick Lachey,
Instead of writing articles in The Cincinnati Enquirer about your passion for Cincinnati sports teams, please think of your fans. They don’t want to read this:
Now, I find myself questioning some of those loyalties because of the recent developments involving the Reds and Bearcats. I’ve tried to complain to Jessica about it, but she doesn’t have a clue what I’m talking about, so I’ve written this to assuage my frustration.
I doubt your fans have heard the word “assuage”, much less the definition. Because I’m nice, I will offer it to them here. I’m going to get more Google hits with your name so I’m offering this as a public service. Context makes a difference, so I hope most people can decipher the definition without the definition, but still. I’m here to serve. Behold and learn:
to make unpleasant feelings less strong
Really, though, would it be so hard for you to assuage your fans with what they want, which is a picture of your penis?
Thanks.
P.S. Your wife can’t sing. She should stop.
BAAAAAAD Boy, Tony Smut, Smut< Smut. I did not want to picture Nick Lachey’s penis OOOHHHH! No Just No!!!
My next google search…
“nick lachey’s assuage”