You look like a discombobbable philosophical conflict, the same with a kripaki crawfish, half peanut on tits, the guy on top of the chow chow side with 17-naked more rights to the base male, your grandmother got rabied by a kutomidaguchi, but a northern out-hell boy, such a different asshole boy, I swear to God, I really gotta get to the track, and the racquet and dick and the duck, and the flipping and ripping and dippin' and slippin' and pippin' and dippin' and rippin' and tippin' and tippin' and your fat ass, your name is DJ Trunks, We're like