ahtisyourself
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I’d say she doesn’t know what to do with herself the last two days, sat at home twiddling her thumbs caked in make up and counting down the hours until she can post again, so as not to give away the illusion that she’s “working around the clock” to rectify orders. She’s probably crying off her fake eyelashes having to refund that dope and many like her who dropped €400 on a few fruit of the loom jumpers. Meanwhile My Husband Paul has stolen Harry’s first class maths book desperately trying to work out how it all went so wrong. Remi is still in Monday nights pajamas, surviving solely on that one packet of crackers Rosie bought in Lidl last March. The neighbours have sensed the tension and noticed the lack of parading up and down the secure estate in neon green tracksuits, are desperately trying to outdo each other to become the favourite and one is cooking up a batch of meals for Rosie- I can’t cook - where’s the mixey thing- Connolly
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