Good Lord, go put a shirt on! Go put a shirt on! Nobody gotta be seen it. Omiget.

Oh, oh, what the fuck? UUHHH

Bro, it's giving Jacob from Twilight it. First of all, say goodbye. You would like somebody dead. You would like somebody uncle who's trying to be found for somebody else's auntie. Like, come on now. Come on now. Fuck out of me. I need to go take a picture on somebody phone. Like, whaaaaaat? You want to take a picture of a phone? Whaaaaaat? That Android gotta go, baby. It's 2023. At least get you an SE. A iPhone 6. Come on now. Come on now. Let's put on our big boy pants, which you clearly don't have on until you still win a belt and peace.

What the hell am I doing?

I'm gonna be honest, my name just ain't it. The fitting it, the posing it, the fucking herring it, the bathroom in it, your body ain't it, your shoes ain't it, your outfit ain't it, the building it, your toes. It didn't explode rape on me, it said rape to me. It's all fucked up man.

Crap! YAHOO! Get you nasty ass finger outta here, bro! Cut your nails! Like, okay. Uh... Ha! There's potential, but like, this photo is not it. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Damn, you got a skinnier fuckin' ribcage than me! How are you... this skinny? Oh, Jesus! You are very zesty, sir.

Oh my gosh!