J.Lo Finally Picked A Winner

No thanks honey. Not to sound trite, but not even if you were the last man on earth and owned your own pastry shop. Aside from the fact that you closely resemble a corpse, you weigh five pounds. And you're greasy. And your shoes need a good polish. And you're wearing a button down with what appears to be a sweatshirt. And your fingers look stubby. And you look like you are one breath away from being placed on an embalming table, which, come to think of it, might actually improve your appearance. Shall I continue? Okay. And you cant sing. And you left your wife and children so you could be with J. Lo. And you have scraggy fur on your face. And you're pale. And you're grabbing your crotch. And you're...you.