Note to my hiphop instructor at the gym: You're bad!

Darn you Reagan. When Micheal Jackson died I vowed never to be like everybody else, mourning, memorializing and tributizing the King of Pop by playing his music. But ever since you had us dance to "PYT" in hiphop class last Tuesday MJ has been working (my ipod) day and night, sending this man in the mirror off the wall to burn this disco out till I wanna be startin' somethin'. It's bad and I wanna beat it but I can't help it. Darn. You. Reagan.