Where can we buy a love like Hamish and Zoe?!
Let’s separate the flawless fakes from the crappy copies.
This is what happens when you ask a food blogger to share their secrets.
Because living in a world that’s obsessed with teeny-weeny bikinis isn’t always easy.
His head isn’t football-shaped at all.
“Free idea: Tinder, but for people trying to reach the minimum amount on Menulog.”
As long as you’ve got papaw ointment with you at all times, everything’s gonna be OK.
Tales from the golden years of Supre.
Spoiler: There were a lot of suits and fancy hats.
Literally try and find something more adorable than these two.
“That garbage bin looks how I feel.”
Tried, tested, and enjoyed.
Eat your heart out, skaters.
So you can really know what it smells like.
“No, I’m not related to that soccer player. But thank you for asking.”
“The apartment listing said two bedrooms, but it was actually a studio with a built-in wardrobe. Standard.”
“I either have a full bottle of nail polish remover at home. Or none at all.”
Because what better reason could there be to explore this beautiful country of ours?
“Rory - I mean, Kim - look at moi, ploise.”
“Before I start year six can I get a Roxy pencil case and a new set of gel pens? Please?!”