The way you phrased the question implies that I want, like, eleven and I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to get her to do it.
For those who haven’t heard it, Martin Freeman’s 13-second summary of Sherlock.
me: is there something on my face
me: is there something on my shirt
me: they're probably laughing at how ugly i am
me: they probably find it amusing how fat i am
friend: maybe they think you're cute
me: are you retarded or something
Oh my god, your face.
Your face, oh my god.
oh my face, your god.