Yo yo yo, it's Carvin, back again with another daily soundbite. Would you rather, would you rather be gifted with no hair growth, but cursed with ingrown hairs and an influx of those ingrown hairs turning into little pimples popping up like everywhere to the point where you need a personal dermatologist to get that shit under control. Or would you rather have that thing super hairy to the point where you need to go to the barbershop to get it cut every week and there's no shaving cream, there's no nair that can fix this problem. It's just either you bushy tail or you baldy with a few potholes. Which one is it going to be? Tap in ladies and gentlemen, let me know, let me know.

No! Oh my gosh. Don't be suspicious. Don't be suspicious. Don't be suspicious. Don't be suspicious.

None of them, *****, you buggin'. Hold on. How we do? You know, how we do? Up with my crew, we playin' cool, yeah. Stick you on the wall, like it's cool. You ain't got no clue. Let me shake my hips. My hips might just take your bitch. She might just suck my dick, might just take the switch. Put her up with the switch. Put her up with the switch. *****, what you talkin' bout? Talkin' bout, ay, ay, talkin' bout. Talkin', talkin' bout, like in Tokyo.

I do not want ingrown hairs, they are terrible, I will laser myself, I will become bald man, I'll put Mr. Clean to shame, and putting Mr. Clean to shame is not my intention.

Uh, go ahead and give me the Afrocentric look if I gotta pick that shit, break that shit, whatever the fuck the situation is, go to the barbershop, get it lined up, cool, but no potholes, and why's his chin look like a coochie? I'm cracking up.

Feliz Viernes a todos. Buen fin de semana.

I don't want any of it. I'd rather be hairless.

Oh my gosh, I would rather the damn excessive hair growth because at least I could get it cut and won't have to do it again until the next week. So I just know I gotta have a good ass job to be going to the barber every damn week.