Fuck it and cross the testicle my boy. You look like a double dip chocolate chip, cli- flip charcoal, slim-chim with a garg-a-monosa, Mr. Gargarhunch ***. No fucking feet, nine arm, seven stomachs, two ball fagers, step-deaf, each with a woof-a-ball bat. You cook up a two-ball like an autistic back-a-guard. You live in a sophisticated mud hut. You're washing machine has a bucket of water you shake it out you brush your teeth with your grandpa's back scratcher and you