Oh, I don't know, I'm about to get on your fucking cupcake heaven, I'm about to give up stupidest hellish little nasty ugly eyes. Your hair is fucking curly, but like, it should look like burnt macaroni, man. Yo, I have a pile, yo, I sound like this. Finally, after all these years, I'm about to find out what makes a crappy patty taste so good. Plainton's sounding as little as they go.