I heard that you're weak for my fuzzy sweaty underarms... aren't you, bitch? Well, today is your lucky day. Why don't you sit back and please yourself while I tell you all of the nasty things I'd like to do to you with my hairy armpits. Go ahead, take a deep inhale of my musky goodness. I know you won't last long with these perfect pits in your face. You can't help how pathetically weak you are for my sweaty pit stains, can you? That's okay, I wanted you to explode for me anyway.