He’s having to move out of his bedroom into an unconverted attic above a garage
I’m nearly calling the NSPCC myself
He’s having to move out of his bedroom into an unconverted attic above a garage
I’m nearly calling the NSPCC myself
Brain: THERE'S STILL CHEESE LEFT, PUSSY!
Body: But I hurt. The pain!
Brain: EAT MORE CHOCOLATE NOW!
Body: *cries*
Brain: WASH IT DOWN WITH A PINT OF BAILEYS.
Body: I’m begging you. Please stop.
Body: SNORT THAT PURPLE QUALITY STREET, BITCH.