So, talking about a graph, I'm boondah! Now this is Bunda.

I don't know if I want this body type, I think I want this body type. I think it's just a stomach that's turning off. I don't know what's going on.

Breathe girl, it's okay, it's okay, you're safe, you can breathe.

Drop the routine right now, bro. I'm trying to get like you. If you don't do it, I'm gonna go to your gym and I'll build up- Oh, I mean, I'm sorry. Um, drop the routine, please, very politely. or else I will find you and there will be repercussions. Please drop their routine. I need my body like yours.

So, here are the daggers.

Yuck, my lord.

Ah, pay to sniffle fart.

You got the shoelaces fucked up, you got them creased, they don't even look clean. Damn bro.

What the fuck are you wearing white air forces as they gem shoes? Those bitches messed up and creaked up. Now why the fuck are you seconding your stomach?