 Hey, Torsha! Captain Skankaroo! God, even your fake name sounds like a stripper name. I see you're live streaming on Valentine's Day about my boyfriend, because grandpa Tomasi told you to. How pathetic. No man loves you. And never will. Because you're a retired Hooters girl that banged the entire football team and then gave them all chlamydia. You look like a retired CEO of a strip club. You look like you got kicked in the face by a horse. The only thing special about you came out of a doctor's office. More plastic than a happy meal. Enjoy your lonely Valentine's Day, b****. You will never get to bang my boyfriend, because you're a loser. And my boyfriend doesn't bang horses. Have fun with grandpa Tomasi, b****. What you need to do is get back in the kitchen and shut your mouth.