The worst thing you can be compared to, Trayle is a country hick who packs fatties and spits on your paper during class. He doesn't care about what anyone has to say as long as he can get a fat lip.
*Matt steals johns dip*
John: I rather hangout with a Trayle then You!
Inbreds start dragging Matt to the deepest part of the South, as his crys for help slowly fade away John watches in joy
