Just walked into my living room with a cheese grater over my hand and my lighter in the middle of it. Told my Mum it was my Olympic torch. She’s now officially given up on me.
Queuing out the door for a maccies. What is my life?


Just walked into my living room with a cheese grater over my hand and my lighter in the middle of it. Told my Mum it was my Olympic torch. She’s now officially given up on me.
Queuing out the door for a maccies. What is my life?