Fillyjonk
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A Hobbie, yew say?
Lonely Londoners visiting A&E as they don't know where else to go, says expert
Some people visited A&E nearly 300 times in a yearwww.mylondon.news
Please Gabby get a hobby, A&E has had enough
Wickedtown
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I could go on, it's just funny that whenever gabby posts her flat online I can "fucking smell" the cat wee/musty air/unwashed hair it must reek of
artistLookatme2727
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I took the filter off for you x
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Randomlyorange
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Inspired by the Ikea man, guest starring a couple of tattle faves... Nellies Predicament Pt 2! In this part, Nellie decides to brave the outside world away from the scent of ham and used cat litter. Who will he meet along the way? Will their happiness be short lived due to the famous Barnsley superhero?
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Milliemilmil
Chatty Member
Can you all stop arguing about pointless crap and be united on our gobble gossip? I thought this was a fun place and you gals are really piping on about who is wasting the NHS resources 
not the time or the place ladies
not the time or the place ladies
andromeda18
New member
"let’s maintain appropriate boundaries in this space" says the grown woman who visited Taylor swift spots in NYC with a 6 balloon celebrating the end of her relationship
chunkylover53
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Lanavalentine
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“I’d rather be me my darling, have a lovely day sweetie pie”
I AM DEAD
This has got to be the next thread title!
I AM DEAD
This has got to be the next thread title!
starkwinterfell
Member
So she Can’t understand why people ‘risked their life for primark’ and has anxiety to leave her grotty hole because she hasn’t been vaccinated, but has gone to IKEA.... Make it make sense
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Lanavalentine
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The year is 2057.
A mysterious, pale, chubby woman with a turd bun and a hugely receded hairline lives in her decrepit house with a couple of cats. She spends all day peeping out of her rotten windows, from behind the safety of her millennial pink velvet curtains.
The local children are scared of her. They run past her house as quick as they can on their way home, because it gives them the creeps.
There are rumours amongst the children regarding this mysterious lady. Some say she blocked every single person on the internet and now lives entirely alone, haunted by her own nastiness. Others say she collects her own feces in boxes, or that she takes in cats from the street and feeds them tuna until they’re as fat and unhappy as her. The most persistent rumour however, is that of her shelves. They call her the Shelf Lady, because her horrible, rotting house is so covered in shelves that you cannot easily move around it. On every floor, in every room, on every surface, shelves full of mismatched crates tower over the Shelf Lady, mocking her, haunting her. Still, Shelf Lady cannot bare to part with her shelves.
The children whisper amongst themselves about what the shelves could possibly contain. Boxes of poo? Dead cats? One child says his mum told him the shelves contain print outs of every single person on the internet who ever said anything vaguely critical of her. Another child once ran close up to the house for a dare, and said it smelt of blood and fish, and swears the shelves were full of enamel pins and what looked like stickers and drawings by young children. This child is also certain she heard a faint voice tell her to “be kind, I have endew”, but she was so afraid she ran away before she could even get a better look.
The mystery of who Shelf Lady actually is may never be solved, but one thing is for sure: she lives alone, and she will die alone, sneering out from behind her filthy velvet curtains at her rotten windows, with her hair tied back so tight that her forehead seems larger than the moon. Beware the Shelf Lady, the children all say, not because she’s a threat, but because you really don’t want to end up like her.
A mysterious, pale, chubby woman with a turd bun and a hugely receded hairline lives in her decrepit house with a couple of cats. She spends all day peeping out of her rotten windows, from behind the safety of her millennial pink velvet curtains.
The local children are scared of her. They run past her house as quick as they can on their way home, because it gives them the creeps.
There are rumours amongst the children regarding this mysterious lady. Some say she blocked every single person on the internet and now lives entirely alone, haunted by her own nastiness. Others say she collects her own feces in boxes, or that she takes in cats from the street and feeds them tuna until they’re as fat and unhappy as her. The most persistent rumour however, is that of her shelves. They call her the Shelf Lady, because her horrible, rotting house is so covered in shelves that you cannot easily move around it. On every floor, in every room, on every surface, shelves full of mismatched crates tower over the Shelf Lady, mocking her, haunting her. Still, Shelf Lady cannot bare to part with her shelves.
The children whisper amongst themselves about what the shelves could possibly contain. Boxes of poo? Dead cats? One child says his mum told him the shelves contain print outs of every single person on the internet who ever said anything vaguely critical of her. Another child once ran close up to the house for a dare, and said it smelt of blood and fish, and swears the shelves were full of enamel pins and what looked like stickers and drawings by young children. This child is also certain she heard a faint voice tell her to “be kind, I have endew”, but she was so afraid she ran away before she could even get a better look.
The mystery of who Shelf Lady actually is may never be solved, but one thing is for sure: she lives alone, and she will die alone, sneering out from behind her filthy velvet curtains at her rotten windows, with her hair tied back so tight that her forehead seems larger than the moon. Beware the Shelf Lady, the children all say, not because she’s a threat, but because you really don’t want to end up like her.
snowfairy17
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Mewlan rewj
judgejohndeed
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'No I'm not pregnant' literally not one person on this planet thought you might be, Gobbo, but thanks for the confirmation I guess
Kitten458
Well-known member
I am in bed ill and so this is my entertainmentI read this in my head to the tune of “lose yourself” by Eminem
Her nails are painted, sixth layer, arms are heavy
There tulips on her table already, Grandad’s spaghetti
She’s nervous, but on the doctors call she sounds calm and ready
To get an op, but she keeps forgetting
What she’s had already, Nelly cries so loud
When she opens her mouth, just farts come out,
She’s chokin how everybody’s forgotten now
Her clocks run out, times up, Jewniper’s over now
Snap back to reality oh there goes gravity
Oh there goes Jane she choked
Gobs so mad but she won’t give up that easy no
She won’t have it she knows her whole act relies on those ads
It don’t matter she knows she can’t go back to Thurgoland, that’s when it’s back to the
Jane again, buns getting baked again
Better go write the whole day off and paint another wall again
fakingitfromthestrart
Active member
Sorry if this is a long post, but I was bored and went through Gab's vlogs to count the number of couches she's had. I didn't watch them all obviously, so maybe I missed some. But I can find a minimum of 11 (maybe 12, can't see if one of them is a shortened version of a bigger one she had) over the span of 7 years.
Interestingly enough, she didn't buy any new couches for her first apartment back in Brighton (I'm saying that like it's an achievement to not buy new couches every year, but we all know Gabbie) and the hot pink 2-seater has been with her since 2016.
I've attached screenshot of my spreadsheet and pictures to match.
Interestingly enough, she didn't buy any new couches for her first apartment back in Brighton (I'm saying that like it's an achievement to not buy new couches every year, but we all know Gabbie) and the hot pink 2-seater has been with her since 2016.
I've attached screenshot of my spreadsheet and pictures to match.
