They call me the Excavator Boy / Ils m'appellent le Garcon-Excavatrice
"J'adore manger du cul"/"Amo leccare il c*lo"

What the swag d­id you just fu­cking yolo about me, you little wayne? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the SwagFags, and I’ve been involved in numerous Obey Records , and I have over 300 confirmed Swaggers. I am trained in wearing snapbacks and I’m the top poser in the entire ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Army. You are nothing to me but just another No swag. I will swag you the fu­ck out with swagger the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fu­cking hashtags. You think you can get away with not taking pictures in the mirror over the Internet? Think again, fu­cker. As we speak I am contacting my mom, she has alot of swag, and your ratchet ass is being traced right now so you better prepare for the yolo, ♥♥♥♥♥. The yolo that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your swag. You’re fu­cking dead, ♥♥♥♥♥. I can swag anywhere, anytime, and I can swag in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my baggy skinny jeans. Not only am I extensively trained in having plugs and snake bites, but I have access to the entire Hollister store. and I will use it to its full swaggness to wipe your miserable swag off the face of tumblr, you little Non trend follower. I will swag yolo all over you and you will swag in it. You’re fu­cking dead, ♥♥♥♥♥.