>>213079876You just know that being Florence Pugh's personal assistant must be a nightmare. Not only does Pugh require an incessant and nightmarish grooming routine, shaving the thick and spiky veil of vellum hair projecting from her oily skin with an industrial razor, every morning, noon, and night, but she also exudes a thick and gelatinous sheen of bitter sweat in even the slightest of trying conditions. One former child-friend of Pugh reported that the going for a light jog for the actress on a mild day was virtually akin to going for a swim, drenching the actress in a beefy centimetre-thick jelly. What's more, owing to the unfortunate one-in-a-trillion genetic circumstances of her bodily composition, Pugh is also in a constant state of prolonged ruminant-like digestion that has baffled even the world's leading biologists, meaning her body ferments waste at a glacial rate, rather like a lethargic cow. This has caused numerous incidents involving irreparably blocked toilets on the LA scene, and Pugh is infamously banned from every Chinese all-you-can-eat buffet on the West Coast. Owing to her remarkable preponderance for acquiring and retaining blubber, many have postulated that Pugh is an atavistic relic of a now extinct aquatic Hominid that once populated the English Channel. Furthermore, the actress's anus, which according to leaked government intel has evolved into an organ reminiscent of a cetacean blow-hole, is supposedly permanently agape, emitting a staggering, car-exhaust-like effluence of odours that some have described as bearing the notes of searing-petroleum and rotting-cheese. Attempts have been made to contact Pugh's previous PA's for confirmation as to the veracity of these reports, but each one was eerily found to be permanently comatose and in a similar state of injury, the inner membranous lining of their nostrils having been completely incinerated through an unknown means.