AwwCosyWivDeek
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Cleaning with Mario #114 Always the bedsit boyfriend, never the house husband.
Cleaning with Mario #114 Always the bedsit boyfriend, never the house husband.
Missliss416
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I present to you, the 12 Days of Trashys Christmas song:
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a tacky ass Mardi Gras Tree
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me, my kids living fulltime with Gigiiii
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a threesome with Michelle and Crabbyyyyyy
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, cheap clothing that I ripped off from Sheinnnn
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, yet another botched Surgeryyy
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a photoshopped line where my abs should beeee
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a breakup from my my little Joeyyyy
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, an apartment in affordable housingggg
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a son that I barely ever seee
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a matching linebacker friend Sammyyyyy
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, using comic sans to make the dumbest memesssss
On the twelve day of Christmas my true love gave to me, the #1 DEaDbEaT Mom award nomineeeee
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a tacky ass Mardi Gras Tree
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me, my kids living fulltime with Gigiiii
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a threesome with Michelle and Crabbyyyyyy
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, cheap clothing that I ripped off from Sheinnnn
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, yet another botched Surgeryyy
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a photoshopped line where my abs should beeee
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a breakup from my my little Joeyyyy
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, an apartment in affordable housingggg
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a son that I barely ever seee
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a matching linebacker friend Sammyyyyy
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, using comic sans to make the dumbest memesssss
On the twelve day of Christmas my true love gave to me, the #1 DEaDbEaT Mom award nomineeeee
hopethishelpsallthebest
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Again, already oan the grid hen.Ah'm gonni huv a strop if he hasn't got anything hanging from his ceiling this year. Since he likes to create, he could turn the witches hats into Santa ones
Hyacinthsquash
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Only when Deeks in his mouth
Unmatched - like Keith on Bumble
AwwCosyWivDeek
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Everyone saying they don't see why the show can't go on...because after 2 more seasons you'll be saying why is this still going on 
stories are wrapped up and it's a nice ending, much better than so many shows these days getting cancelled out of no where so left on cliffhangers. Also do you want the older actors to work to their death??? Larry Lamb deserves to retire 
stories are wrapped up and it's a nice ending, much better than so many shows these days getting cancelled out of no where so left on cliffhangers. Also do you want the older actors to work to their death??? Larry Lamb deserves to retire
hopethishelpsallthebest
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Aww Marion hen, this isnae your best, ma lovelie.
Blair-Waldorf
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I only give my honest opinion on threads like this. So here goes
If I was going to a family members hours for Christmas and they asked for money I’d be absolutely mortified and wouldn’t go. And I tell you this for fuck all, everyone would be talking behind your back about it. It takes the shine off the whole day and would make me feel as though I’m imposing as they clearly can’t afford it in the first place. I host every other year and yes it’s expensive but it’s Christmas, I have 52 weeks notice so I make sure I budget and save. If you can’t afford it just be honest and don’t host.
If I was going to a family members hours for Christmas and they asked for money I’d be absolutely mortified and wouldn’t go. And I tell you this for fuck all, everyone would be talking behind your back about it. It takes the shine off the whole day and would make me feel as though I’m imposing as they clearly can’t afford it in the first place. I host every other year and yes it’s expensive but it’s Christmas, I have 52 weeks notice so I make sure I budget and save. If you can’t afford it just be honest and don’t host.
menopausalmargrit
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Why does anyone need a red ribbon with your name on it on a cocktail glass let alone two people that don’t drink? He buys some absolute fucking shite!
And I can’t with the pedalo Christmas Eve box. I’m the same age as Mario and I tend to be out my box on Christmas Eve, not sat in with matching jammies rummaging through a wooden box for stuff I’ve packed in it myself.
And I can’t with the pedalo Christmas Eve box. I’m the same age as Mario and I tend to be out my box on Christmas Eve, not sat in with matching jammies rummaging through a wooden box for stuff I’ve packed in it myself.
LegallyBlonde1
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Teetttttt looking forward to seeing results.......a semi-diplomatic way of saying lose weight you fat bitch
blocknroll
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It’s Christmas Eve 2023. Two little men are aw cozy in their bumming fort, pretending to watch Home Alone and have their special chrissmass chriss n joos beside them. One of them has her phone right up to her face, only its massive beak gets between his face and the screen. Scrolling away, a notification comes through from the BBC weather app that makes the tiny man jump up from his concrete block in his poorly fitted monogrammed pyjamas. The friction between the two cheap materials nearly sets the borrower’s home alight but the speed at which he travels to the window fans the flames as well as blowing out several wax burners in the process.
“It’s snowing! It’s snowing!” the little gonk shouts. “It’s finally happened, Winter Wonderland has come to Seedhill! It’s a Christmas Miracle!” Full of festive cheer, the curtains are swept aside and all gather round to behold the magical scene… the end.
“It’s snowing! It’s snowing!” the little gonk shouts. “It’s finally happened, Winter Wonderland has come to Seedhill! It’s a Christmas Miracle!” Full of festive cheer, the curtains are swept aside and all gather round to behold the magical scene… the end.
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definitelynotvlad
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Gift wise we did alright this year, me & my husband just had the joy of being called fat by my dad. I had a baby 8 weeks ago and he asked if I’d “been eating too much or got another one in there already?” And showed husband a photo from last Christmas and said “if you think you’ve put on weight this year don’t worry, you were fat last Christmas too”. Happy Boxing Day from me and the tin of quality street I’m having for breakfast 
hopethishelpsallthebest
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Craving a hot dog the nooo
AwwCosyWivDeek
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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the flat,
Not a creature was stirring, except for Rayn, the cat.
The stockings were hung by the fake chimney with care,
In hopes that Instagram likes soon would be there.
Mario, in hoosecoat, alone on the laminate,
Had just set up a tree on a very early date.
It stood at an angle, half-lopsided, a mess,
Its hotdog ribbons sagging in utter distress.
The battery lights flickered dimly, the tinsel was thin,
And Mario thought, "This’ll surely make me win."
He snapped a few photos, adjusting his stance,
Trying hard to look like he had any chance.
In the next room, Derek, so blissfully dumb,
Was busy watching football, smoking himself numb.
He knew nothing of the tree's sad, desperate plight;
Too wrapped up in his own pointless, smoke-filled night.
Rayn, the cat, sat perched with a sneer,
Watching Mario’s antics, all full of sheer fear.
The tree, the photos, the captions so fake,
Mario just wanted the likes for his sake.
The tree was too early, its spirit all wrong,
But Mario wasn’t concerned, he had to look strong.
He posted and waited, expecting a storm,
But the likes came in slowly, none that would swarm.
“39 days to go,” Mario muttered, quite sad,
“The tree’s barely standing, and Derek’s breath’s bad."
But there, at the end of his bitter distress,
He clicked “refresh” again, awaiting the press.
For nothing said Christmas like likes and a post,
And Mario’s heart swelled, though it hurt like a ghost.
So he smiled, albeit with eyes full of regret,
Wishing he'd picked a better tree, you bet.
And Derek, still clueless, had no idea,
That Mario's Christmas was about more than cheer.
It was about the moment, the photo, the scene,
A Christmas perfect for his social media dream.
Not a creature was stirring, except for Rayn, the cat.
The stockings were hung by the fake chimney with care,
In hopes that Instagram likes soon would be there.
Mario, in hoosecoat, alone on the laminate,
Had just set up a tree on a very early date.
It stood at an angle, half-lopsided, a mess,
Its hotdog ribbons sagging in utter distress.
The battery lights flickered dimly, the tinsel was thin,
And Mario thought, "This’ll surely make me win."
He snapped a few photos, adjusting his stance,
Trying hard to look like he had any chance.
In the next room, Derek, so blissfully dumb,
Was busy watching football, smoking himself numb.
He knew nothing of the tree's sad, desperate plight;
Too wrapped up in his own pointless, smoke-filled night.
Rayn, the cat, sat perched with a sneer,
Watching Mario’s antics, all full of sheer fear.
The tree, the photos, the captions so fake,
Mario just wanted the likes for his sake.
The tree was too early, its spirit all wrong,
But Mario wasn’t concerned, he had to look strong.
He posted and waited, expecting a storm,
But the likes came in slowly, none that would swarm.
“39 days to go,” Mario muttered, quite sad,
“The tree’s barely standing, and Derek’s breath’s bad."
But there, at the end of his bitter distress,
He clicked “refresh” again, awaiting the press.
For nothing said Christmas like likes and a post,
And Mario’s heart swelled, though it hurt like a ghost.
So he smiled, albeit with eyes full of regret,
Wishing he'd picked a better tree, you bet.
And Derek, still clueless, had no idea,
That Mario's Christmas was about more than cheer.
It was about the moment, the photo, the scene,
A Christmas perfect for his social media dream.
Wexy123
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Wow, I'm actually shook with her new venture 
So a girl in her mid 30's who lives in her mammys spare room with her fiance and 2 kids is going to advise people on how to live better lives?? She couldn't even renew her rent agreement to put a roof over their heads but she's going to help other people to renew themselves?? Just wow
So a girl in her mid 30's who lives in her mammys spare room with her fiance and 2 kids is going to advise people on how to live better lives?? She couldn't even renew her rent agreement to put a roof over their heads but she's going to help other people to renew themselves?? Just wow JustHereForTheAgriculture
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I think I mentioned earlier in the thread that I’ve taken up crochet this year and was looking forward to making some bits for Christmas.
Can confirm I’m having a great time and wanted to share.
Like I know they’re not amazing or anything but I’m still so proud
The first two pictures are things to put around the house and the last one is gifts I’ve made for people
Can confirm I’m having a great time and wanted to share.
Like I know they’re not amazing or anything but I’m still so proud
The first two pictures are things to put around the house and the last one is gifts I’ve made for people
squirrelsintheattic
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He should be thankful that the squirrels visit him, no one else does!