I mean, if it's not the right person, it's not the right person, whether it's the earlobes or the, I don't know what else, but yeah, I mean, hey, to each their own, but, what the hell? Those are some crazy earlobes.

Damn, for real? For the earlobe? Damn.

The scream I scrumped when she said they were flapping at a high speed. Okay, first of all, let me, let me feel my earlobe. Nah. How much earlobe you gotta have for it to be able to flap like bird wings? That's fucking wild.

No way! What? Ha ha! Ho ho ho! Um... I might get back to that. I'm too busy cracking up about the air flapping. Oh, and the wind! Hey, she'd have shade in the summer! I'm like...