Well the denim skirt post earlier is a classic #size18, she ain't no where near that now!
what was the context of babs sharingthat random photo of herself wearing an old size 18 denim skirt holding a cinnamon bun the size of her own head?! it was a bit random. like, was it the result of us criticising the pre-packaged cinnamon buns that she was looking at in Bonus, totally overlooking the fact that iceland - the country, not the shop - are literally known for their incredible pastries, and babs was FUMING to realise she missed out on getting herself a huge iced cinnamon bun from a local bakery, because she was shuffling around the supermarket buying crisps and haribo and whatever other generic snacks she could buy at home in Brum. upon her return, she learnt that baked goods and pastries are actually a well-recognised as Icelandic traditional cuisine - not just the fresh fish and stews that she'd immediately baulk at, but beige
bleeping pastries - the absolute conway DREAM. she missed out on her ultimate favourite due to a lack of basic research, but she decided to prove tattle wrong by sharing a photo of her from years ago - she didn't
need a giant freshly-baked, beautifully-iced cinnamon bun in iceland, because she's already had one! haha! SHE wins. and anyway, she can simply resort to whacking up her own cut-into-four-not-six fake bakes with jizzy icing if she fancies another. why experience the real deal when you can with a jus roll?!
i bet she's FUMING she spent £80 - altho in her stories, she did explain that she only paid for it because she got a 10% discount, otherwise steve's birthday treat could have fucked right off! - to spend
half an hour in a lounge area sat in front of a plate of pastries, having to then cram a muffin, a crossiant AND a pain au chocate down her gullet in the early hours of the morning to ensure she got her money worth, while the kids appeared miserable af in the background with only one pastry each - when in actuality, they could have saved that money and spent it on all manner of delicious-looking freshly-made pastries in local bakeries - i mean, we all know that babs - apparently - runs a small shop, so
loves to support small businesses -
unless there's a supermarket nearby and she can by a tit ton of crisps, sweets and pizza. #priorities
also, babs browsing the supermarket SHOOKETH that - based on the temperature of the room the fridge food was stored on shelves and not in a refrigerated area. "we don't have this in england! it's inspired! we should!" sure babs, but you would be moaning continually if you had to pull on an ill-fitting warm. coat every time you had to pop inti sainsburys because they'd turned the shop itself into a giant fridge! she seriously talks so much
tit, words just fall out of her mouth and she doesn't even bother to form them into sentences or insert any amount of logic. it's just meaningless babble. anyone who didn’t love the sound of their own voice would cringe listening back to that during editing.
what's this called? oh! a landscape! i forgot the word!" no babs you did not
bleeping INVENT the word "landscape".
just saying.
