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| In an effort to be more like my hero Karl Pilkington I have decided to keep a diary. Karl is my hero because he's British and I'm not. | |
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| I woke up today at the crack of dawn. She woke up not long after. My one regret about being openly gay is that I can not use that joke effectively. | |
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| For breakfast I had Marmite on toast. I don't like the taste of Marmite but having a foreign sandwich spread gives you remarkable cred. | |
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| I was speaking with a man named Alan who had never heard of Marmite. He must now think I am superior to him and will probably buy a jar to be like me. If he even knows where to get it. | |
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| At the end of the day I decided to write about what happened today. I will put it on stripcreator for everyone to see. I hope they are impressed by my Marmite story. | |
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