G'day. Welcome back.
Today we’re looking at personal space
and ways to attain more personal space
if you find yourself lacking.
[ - "You know, I take personal space
pretty seriously."]
This sheila is trapped in a waking nightmare.
Wait for it.
UURGH.
Feet!
I don’t wanna fetish shame any wanker, but
I’ve never understood foot fetishes.
Go on!
Give Economy Class Karen’s feet
a bloody nudge with ya elbow.
Celebrities value their personal space.
Get inside of Will Smith’s
and you’ll end up with
a cheeky slap on the face.
I don’t think the reporter is fazed.
He fucken wanted a slappy slap
from a Fresh Fucken Prince.
Being a living conduit to the Holy Trinity
means people are up in your grill
all the time.
Popey is a master
of personal space retention, however.
This sheila sneaks through on the inside
nah.
Everyone is knocked back by the nimble pontiff.
He’s like “sooner or later
there’s gonna be a fucken pandemic.
I’m ahead of the times, mate.
Dickheads kiss ya hand,
there’s saliva everywhere,
it’s feral.
It’s nasty.
See ya.”
Between his daughter and her mates
practicing k-pop choreography in front of him,
and being painfully aware
he’s on a live stream,
this South Korean Dad wishes
he had a bigger living room.
Oh meditation, that’s one way to escape
ya children.
Having a family and personal space are just
completely incompatible overall.
Cats have no respect for space.
This fella is smashing some porcelain,
and his cat doesn’t give a toss.
The cat’s like “I dunno why you’re surprised
about me setting up shop
in your undies.
They’re warm, comfortable,
double wrapped in cotton,
and smell of tuna.
You know I love tuna.
But nah, you should see a gastroenterologist.
These undies are rancid as fuck.”
This little doggo is in a quandary.
He really loves Koala’s
and he’s been worried about em
since the bushfires.
But this baby Koala is too close for comfort.
The dog is like “you’re a decent bloke,
I wanna be friends,
I just think we should get to know each other
before you sit on my butthole.
It’s about trust.
Trust and boundaries,
when it comes to buttholes.
That’s all.”
The koala doesn't care
for trust and boundaries.
I do not see this working out long term.
“Stop it.
Stop stroking me.
I know I feel like a goosebump covered half chubby,
but I’m not.
I’ve told you several times
your penis doesn’t have hands.
Stop rubbing me.
Eeeww.
Go find your actual penis."
Sheilas probably know the most
about having personal space invaded.
They’ve developed strong defensive tactics
when heading out into the wilderness.
This Sheila escapes a kiss with a spready.
That is a workplace Christmas party
to remember.
I’m positive this is a comedy sketch.
Nonetheless, it can also act
as a helpful tutorial
for both blokes and sheilas.
Ah yeah, here’s another family.
As I said earlier,
having a family and personal space
is incompatible.
Even leaving the house,
ya get no space.
Look at the dog,
it's pissed.
He’s like “I thought a motorcycle
was for single or double occupancy.
This is a bloody dog's breakfast.
Pardon the pun.”
He wishes he was this dog:
Hoo hoo yeah.
That’s the spice.
He’s got personal space for miles.
This is like everyone in my home city of Perth.
We appreciate isolation.
Yeah nah we do.
