You make me clammy.
Please do not dance on the sofa. It is terribly vintage.
Boo fucking hoo cares Harry.
Let's not do brunch. It it so fucking tedious.
Don’t you dare fucking touch the Spotify playlist.
I’d rather be at home masturbating.
When is the earliest we can tell everyone to leave?
Prosecco did not make you do it. Your fucking irritating personality traits did.
Please politely tell the guests to piss off home.
Careful. We are still seething from your last whoops-a-daisy with our best..
Please stop over complicating the plan.
Please refrain from after dinner living room dance floor farting.
Oh fantastic. You bought the shit wine.
Please stop talking us through your paint samples for the living room.
Please do not make me cranky by denying me my afternoon wanky.
