The last couple of weeks, I've been forced to watch this programme Love Island. For those of you who don't know what Love Island is, it's a reality dating show whereby an equal amount of ridiculously fucking thick, overly muscly guys and equally stupid girls are paired up in a villa in a presumably Spanish/Greek resort.
They don't really do much, apart from pretending that their dull as f**k lives matter, as well as having those irritating arguments that - regardless of the topic of conversation - go something like this:
"At the end of the day, yeah, d'you know what I mean, yeah? Like, I'm just one of these people, yeah, you get me?"
I'm not an overt intelligent guy (this may have become quite obvious in my time as a P&B poster), but I feel that small parts of my intelligence are slowly fading away with every passing moment of watching this absolute clusterfuck of fake tan make-believe importance.