Yeah nah: You what doesn’t feel good? Vomiting so hard into a toilet that a mix of bile, mushed carrots and toilet water splash you in the face. 

Nah yeah: Look. I don’t know if I can find one today. Really. I mean, I have three-and-a-half Glasshouse candles in my room right now, but  all I can think about is the puss-lined crater that is currently burning into my throat by acids who fucked up royally when breaking down tonight’s dinner.