Your verbal diarrhoea is not welcome here.
Please do not bore me with the recipe.
Please do not blame the dog for your dank dance floor fart.
Painfully pointless prosecco party.
Mr and Mrs shit taste in interior design.
I regret hosting this.
Bad wine bad time.
Enough. It is time to drunk sexy dance to Destiny's Child.
Please tell the guests to vacate.
How wonderful. You brought the cheap wine again.
Please tell the guests to jog on.
Red wine regret.
This hangover deserves a better time + better wine.
This plate is not from Harrods
What is the earliest I can tell everyone to leave?
