I'm sorry my wife beat the crap out of you baby, and i'm sorry she planted that nasty bud light in you to make you look trashy. She's just jealous.
But don't worry I know your true beauty comes from within.
“Many men go through life as though they wore horse blinders or were sleep walking. Their eyes are open, yet they see nothing of their many wild neighbors. Their ears, attuned to motor cars and traffic, sledom detect the music of nature-the singing of birds, frogs, or crickets, or the wind in the leaves. These men, biologically illiterate, often fancy themselves well informed, perhaps sophisticated. They know business trends, or politics, yet haven't the faintest idea of "what makes the world go round”
~Roger Tory Peterson, Wildlife in color~