Third Man Records Confessions.

I have a recurring dream of having sex with Jack White in the shower.

It's the musical talent that makes Jack sexy, not his looks.

Every time I dream about Jack, he's mean to me. I've picked him up from the airport, made him sandwiches, hid him from Nazis in my treehouse and still he's a snarky little bitch. Why can't you be nicer to me, dream Jack?

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I know you Jack White fans got some shit 2 say

Carolina Drama is about as close as any song has come to accurately describe my childhood in Alabama, but it gives me strength and I cry whenever I hear it.

I confess that I spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about how when Jack White miraculously shows up to hear my band at the shitty Midwest venues we play at he'll be like, ooh gotta meet that foxy redhead, and that he'll be so taken with my beauty and my voice that he'll ask me to be his backup singer on his next album and tour where oops we become secret rabid lovers and make amazing music together. Truth: this is why I get myself dolled up and hot for every one of my performances.

I'm afraid Jack White is a dick in real life, despite the awesome/nice persona he puts on in public

Anyone who does not believe Jack had or is having a relationship with Olivia Jean is in serious denial.

It doesn't matter anymore to me about any flaws Third Man Records folk have. Jack has saved a girl who fainted, Alison has given singular fans gifts and chances for amazing opportunities, and fuck it, the music has saved my life. Thank you.

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