Hey, you got something on your face. No, it’s next to the shame. Nope, on the other side of your depression. You know what, don’t worry about it. Looks good as is.
Just my luck! The one day I leave the house without my Spinning Jenny and I run into the motherload of potential textiles. Sorry, that’s wikipedia for “Ha, that chick has long purple hair that looks like yarn.”
Hey! Hey! Hey man, hold up. There’s a f***in’ Jellyfish on your head! Stay still, I’ll pee on it.
Unfortunately there isn’t a pool of water anywhere near here, so I’ll have to do something other than drown myself to escape this hell.