I want to go, I just don't know what to be.

You could be Mick Jagger.

Or a pencil.

Or letter number 1.

Or heroin addict.

Or gumby.

Or skeleton.

[Everyday problems of a naturally skinny guy]

[People try to relate]

Dude, your legs are like my arms.

This is really tiny.

Your wrist is like the same size as mine.

That's so weird.

Does anyone tell you it's like a little deer?

[Clothes are rarely long enough]

[Butts don't work]

[Chairs are never comfortable]

[...and when they are]

Oh, my leg is asleep.

My leg is asleep.

[Constantly getting asked]

How much do you weigh?

Are you sick?

Do you get enough food?

Where does this all go?

Have you ever thought about gaining weight or...?

[Gaining weight is nearly impossible]

[Snuggling can be difficult]

I could feel these ribs.

Ahh is that your elbow?

Okay, that's your knee.

Thanks.

Can I ask you something?

Where did you get your pants?

I'm sorry, man.

I don't tell other skinny guys where I get my pants.

Yeah, I understand.

Are you cold?

Yeah all the time.