Rebecca Jones, I've said it once, and I'll say it again. Me nor anyone else are jealous of you killing yourself, you big, fat, ugly, cocky, arrogant, lard arse. Here are a list of things I am not jealous of you:
Your crocs don't even fit you, your big fat trotters and bulging over.
You broke your bed, because you're a fat cunt.
Your head is the diameter of the earth's crust
You cannot pronounce words in the biff and chip books.
You're 31 and you still live in your mum and dad's spare room making comments like, 'my kitchen'
Your favourite shop is yours cloving
You stomp around for firty minutes a day and think that balances out a consumption of 3000+ calories a day.
you spend your life goig to supermarkets rather than seeing the world.
You look like you stink of wet towel.
You have skin that resembles a 70 year old dart board
You're a nonce
Just for a few examples kween x