I can rizz it real good in the normal-likeness, yea? It's like I do the stupid shit on purpose, or something.

Y'know, back when I was a homeless woman, I was at the Samaritan Center in my hometown of Syracuse, this is a verifiable fact mind you, and this girl comes in, y'know, twenties but with a fat ass and legs to kill and she wore these short ass shorts where her ass was dangling, that is the correct word I am using, and I would stare! And my buddy, he would say that she wears that shit intentionally, and I was like, oh good, and kept staring at the sun. Then, y'know, when they had the kids volunteer there, that's where they really get ya. They get really tricky with that. Like, did you know that when you go to get your milk and a kid puts his dukes up, you're supposed to actually throw down with the fucking kid? No, they trick you with that. I have figured out the calculus to the milk-getting in a non-conformation way; I just stimulate my nipples for about forty-five seconds. They get sore, but that's a bonus, y'know? Coffee? Got plenty of cream.