It's definitely the sweetcorn. Not the Turkish Delight I'm eating right now with my coffee. At 7.30am. #LifeGoals
That choice has changed to ‘how many layers of clothing would prevent the cats from eating me, when I die of cold’.
It smells like your Granny's talcum powder flouffer - you know, the one with the great big feather puff in a pink plastic pot.
So, my plan for the next job interview is to walk in, face my interviewer, tell him my salary requirement, and then knock him the fuck out.
How about I make you throw up for three hours after lunch then?