Nah fam, my face when Trash Sl*t is on screen is more... pained... and puckered. A face like I’m hella constipated all day even though I had fiery hot chipotle the night before and then I happen to stub my right pinky toe against the sofa leg that had a loose splinter, only to elbow the shelf right next to me and have Sriracha dropped right into my eyes.