I know I've failed at life; I'm not on a journey with my eyebrows or teeth, so never get to pass poor struggling small businesses on the road that need me to accept their gifts so I can tell my sheep that I love the tat. *sobs*.
I don't have strangler fingers to point at an excess of cleaning products, and I don't slowly poison my pets with a fug of conflicting chemical aromas. *sobbing more now, mascara everywhere, I can't be 'classy' and 'sassy' like Martin*
I really need to start telling strangers that I don't have anything to say, and practice different face filters and my lip-synching.
Thank you Martin, I really needed you to tell me that I'm jealous and envious of your life.
Nah....get real Martin, you cockwomble, you are the equivalent of getting in a lift after someone has farted and the doors have closed.