Deadass there's no way to justify this. There's not a single thing anyone could possibly say to me that would make me be like, oh okay, I like that bit. No, none of it makes sense. None of it makes sense. Down is up. Left is right. Red is blue. The sky's fucking macaroni noodles. What the fuck is going on here? What, what, what are we doing here? What are we doing?

I mean, I don't know. It's just, what the fuck, and why the fuck, and how the fuck, and what coochie do they got? You know what? I guess he can quit and get a new tee, but maybe that's the birds of a feather don't flock together. That's some, I don't know, I'm a female. See, this is the time where I embrace my, my, my.