Bro, I choose the sun, like I don't care, I don't even like the sun in the first place, like I'd rather live somewhere gloomy, dark, I don't give a fuck, the sun makes me depressed, so I don't care, plus, like, come on, come on.

I'mma Ozzy's pick the sunlight because if I sweat a little bit I'mma get it like effected so I'm obviously gonna choose like a bunch of sunlight bruh and just be out like I could be I'm a hood ***** and I'mma be out partying and like that ain't nothing bruh that ain't nothing when the sun goes down that's my time to shine bro that's all me right there

I would rather just die at that point.

We don't care we don't know why you pick some up we all like you'll have a car on theory But at that point Dinklage to some money and then like a vampire why did you say you would rather be a vampire or village Jones sweaters then again you can make him in the sunlight a little more fun A little more fun for the van but you can make it more fun for the person but just saying oh

Hey, Sunlight, I mean, if you're allergic to your own sweat, you got more to deal with the sun, so I mean, you're allergic to the sun as well, if it was your sweat, you gonna sweat, just don't do everything, like a lot of shit, just wipe off your sweat and stuff. Sunlight, that mean you can't go outside, you gotta walk around at night, you gotta do night shifts and shit.

What kind of fucking person did this? I literally would cry if I had one of those. I would be so miserable. I can't do this. I can't!

Yo this is a crazy question because if I'm allergic to my own sweat then I'm gonna be allergic to sunlight because sunlight is gonna make me sweat no no no if I'm allergic to my own sweat I'm gonna have to stay away from sunlight sunlight is gonna make me sweat anyway so I don't know I'd rather not be allergic to anyone who little

I have to pick like sweat or something because like us black people man our riz comes in the evening when the sun is cast on our skin and the caramel macchiato of our complexion is brought up to a rose brown in the haze of the wind. Poetry go.