Fuckin' encrusted, Jessica, my boy, you look like a double-dip chocolate chip, cli-cli-chalk, old-slim, too much of the garg-a-monose and Mr. Garg-a-munch bag. No fuckin' feet, nine-armed, seven-stomach, two-ball *******, step-dab-each, two-wiffle-ball bat, you look like a mischievous, old-ball-like and autistic back-of-guard. You're living in a sophisticated mud hut. You're washing machine, there's a bucket of water you shaking out. You brush your teeth with your grandpa's back scratcher and you floss your teeth.