Wayde's Preferences

Listen up, buttercup. This "joke" is like a toddler scribbling on a Picasso. There's Wayde, who clearly has the IQ of a potato, announcing his love for "ranga balls" (whatever in the sweet tarnation those are) and then begging someone to, uh, deposit their bodily fluids where the sun don't shine. I'm wasting my time with this, just like your parents did raising you.