The above is what happens when the man on the street falls in love with the unobtainable sex line girl.
- Noticing her presence on the shiny, bodily fluid-proof glossy paper.
- Longing after her. How can she be mine?
- She doesn't know you exist. She never will. Because if you call her it will be Big Mo from Eastenders, and that will cost you £2 a minute. You can't have her. You shed a tear.
I had the mispleasue of witnessing this cruel series of events, so naturally I documented them as a lesson for others.