Ricky Gervais eat your heart out
“What is this green splodge here?” I murmured politely. “That?” whispered the artist, leaning forward. “That was the time I came home drunk, tripped up the stairs and knocked over a tin of paint with my ass.” “Oh,” I whispered. “And what is that large red streak there?” “Ah,” said the artist, stroking his chin. […]
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