One more push, Mrs. Henderson.
And I wonder why I'm still single. I have a feeling this exaggerated face has a lot to do with it. Probably pretty representative of my demeanor a lot of the time. God, I look like I'm either severely constipated (how crass), or trying to vomit up a watermelon. Either way, not a pretty sight, and probably not one to share with the kids. Or anybody who's not blind, for that matter.