There was one time I was in Calais.
I had a whirlwind romance with this African sex god called Adyebogo.
He couldn't speak a word of English and I don't know how to make click sounds, but we had a wonderful time anyway.
He even almost managed to get it in!
Why the fuck did no one in my entire bloodline lock in and make a billion dollars?
Like, the fuck were yall doing that whole time?
Why do I gotta be the one to do it man?