Who'd Have Thought The Frisbee Would Have

I Know Who I Am. Bloody Hell, I'm Getting Enough Bills For Karl Pilkington So I Hope I Am Him, 'cos If I'm Not, I Have No Idea Who I'm Paying For

There’s Fish In Here That I’ve Read About That Are So See-through That They’re Invisible. So I Don’t Even Think They Know They Exist.

I'm A Bit Rubbish At Knowing When Something Is Good. But If It Goes Out And I Can Say, "i Wasn't As Bad As I Thought I Would Be", Then I'll Be Happy. Until Then, I'll Be Thinking, "i Shouldn't Be Here!"

And We've Got A Toaster And Everything. So There Is No Reason For The Wedding.

I Don't Know What The Future Is, But You Just Do It Whilst It's There, Don't You?