I'm Not A Cutie You Fucking Losers

In reference to a convo me and another man had, over a very cute girl I might add. I present this image that you can reference, if you are confused as of the status of who the cutie was. AND WHO IT JOKINGLY SAID IT WAS, WHO IT DEFINITELY WASN'T, WHO IS JUDGING CUTIES, INTERDENOMINATIONAL/DIMENSIONAL INCONGRUITY OF CUTIE ITSELF AND THE TRUE REALITY.

If being a cutie was judged by the amount of medichlorians in one's body, then I'd be Rose Fucking Tico...'s sweat rag. The one that she uses to really get in those crevices. And only used heavily for hours at a time, not washed then used again in an emergency sweat wipe in the deepest of crevices. On a scale of 1-10 10 being cutest in the galaxy/outer rim and 1 being Porkins. I'd be in fucking Star Trek (correction, bro. It's Star Hike the cheapest of the cheap knock offs of Star Trek. It's a Western so think Saved by the Bell meets Major Dad), bro!

Top scientist think we are as far, far, away and a long time in the future, as it it was to us in being far, far away and long fucking time ago and shit. Science isn't on your side this time, why don't you go in and watch the ladies film with all of the ladies in there. I think it's Shrek 2, btw.