Trying to explain why I ended up in the back of a truck trailer covered in butter and sprinkles was turning into a serious complext. I had to just give up and call instead.
Scenario: I knock on your door cuz I'm the pizza man. Your a mildly racist mom, sees a big black guy thru the peep hole. She sees the Peanut Butter Complexion so everything gon be alright. She opens the door, I'm in orange Under Armor. She sees the abs chiseling thru it. She sees the BBC perfectly protruded to the left. She pulls into the house and throws me on your couch. She pulls down the pants and sees the BBC. She starts givin me the double hander mister twitster 3000. All while your lonely ass has sit into the corner and watch as you witness your mother's back get absolutely obliterated by a big black guy with the Peanut Butter Complexion.