Fuckin' in cross the testicle, my boy. You look like a double-deb chocolate chip. Clip, lip, charcoal, slim, Jim, with a gargoyle nose, and Mr. Gargoyle hunch-***. No fuckin' feet, nine-arm, seven-stomach, two-ball ***er, step-dad, beat you to a wiffle ball bat. You cook up a two-ball like an autistic back-of-guard. You live in a sophisticated mud hut. You're washing machine as a bucket of water you shake, and now you brush your teeth with your grandpa's back scratcher, and you floss your teeth with zip-line cables. I got you jerking off in a port-a-potty with a Thanos gauntlet on me, your grandmother got simultaneously butt-fucked by a clan of chimpanzees dressed up as the Wiggles, while she was starting cotton fucking Keemstar's cotton candy G Fuel off the back of a dirty toilet seat my boy you were really ugly like shit