Just when you think your day can't get any worse, you look down and theres a 8 inch cock on your thigh.
No word of a freaking lie!
After 12 hours of totting around london in my favourite boyfriend jeans, I plonk my chunky butt on the train with my M&S raspberry sweet-treat, to find to find this miraculous art work stamped on my leg.
Unfortunately for the knitting prude to my left, she received a rather fruity oral shower, as I frankly peed my self laughing.
You really couldn't make this stuff up!
How a canal grew between the two original rips, I am totally oblivious too.
The fact Ive been strutting my stuff in them all day is painstakingly cringing.
I CAN CONFIRM THERE CURRENT-OFFICIAL-WHEREABOUTS IS THE NUMBER 8 WHEELY BIN.
Have a clean-cut, boot-cut weekend.