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Brummymummy #103 Watch your children cringe as you flash your stinky minge.
Brummymummy #103 Watch your children cringe as you flash your stinky minge.
New Thread Title: “Flashing her pants, wearing a hospital gown.. it really is time for Babs to put her phone down”View attachment 1097367
good morning my lovely cow bags
The dress looks like a hospital gown, and along with her behaviour it looks like a scene from one flew over the Cuckoo's nest
Sorry to margarine lovers but ANYONE who uses margarine over butter for anything (except maybe baking) needs to give their heads a wobble.What is she going to use margarine for when making pancakes ?!
Same with George Michael. Paid a student nurse's debts off and did many other good things without the need to show it off.Virtue signalling. It's grotesque and uncouth.
Remember Paul Daniels ("that's magic!")? It transpired after his death that he donated THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS to various charities and homeless shelters, on the condition that his name was never mentioned. THAT'S how you do it, it should be a selfless act.
Sometimes I pretend I'm having a fab time in Iceland when I'm f*cking miserable and miss my beloved Netflix and sofacont.
Cont.
Sometimes if I make plans with friends. And they cancel at the last minute. I pretend to be really disappointed but secretly I am OVERJOYED at not having to leave the house.
Sometimes if I see a raisin on the floor I give it a swift kick under the couch rather than picking it up.
Sometimes. I eat it.
Sometimes I say "LET'S HAVE A MCDONALDS FOR TEA!" and make out like it's a huge treat when in reality I am just desperate for a McFlurry.
Sometimes I say "amazing!" or "no way!" when I have absolutely no clue what my son is talking about.
Sometimes I tell the kids I will look after the contents of a party bag. And then proceed to eat it all after they have gone to bed terrified they will remember it exists. And Easter Eggs. And selection boxes.
Sometimes I pretend to be a bit cross my youngest wants to sleep in my bed at night when really I am happy to sniff him and escape my husband's snoring.
Sometimes I pretend I am on the toilet doing a really big poo. I'm not. I'm staring at perfect people doing perfect things on instagram.