...and I suspect those now deleted comments on that candle reel will have been read by quite a few people if they were up over the weekend. But hey, let's not address them eh Charl and pull out the 'feeling flat' card instead!Oooo surprise surprise she’s not feeling herself today was it because You totally embarrassed yourself on the internet with that bad singing pissed out of your head!!now give me sympathy because I need my ego stroking and tell me how lovely I am and that I am a good mamma!!
Agree. Bored and unstimulated. Few friends and human interactions. A job would do her mental health the absolute world of good. She’s so far down the hole that she has no insight into what is causing her to feel like this. It’s the same thing year after year. More Halloween candles or autumn or whatever it is. Christmas starts on 31 October. Telling us what is the latest fabric conditioner in B&M. It is absolutely mentally unstimulating.I mean how long can she carry on showing us her weekly food shop before she realises that maybe a proper job would do her the world of good. Granted, the shock of the real world could kill her but if she carries on like this then it will be death by boredom (unless frank snaps in the meantime and twats her over the head with her box of wax melts).
This is brilliant!Can you imagine her in a normal working environment, say in an office?
“Hello everywunn.
i’m doing okay today. Are you feeling okay too?
Time for brew & a 5000 calorie snack.
*sigh* It’s so tough for us working people isn’t it?
I can’t type because I have my manky lilac chunky jumper sleeves over my hands & I need to show off my ‘lucky bag’ engagement ring. Did you know I’m married? To the fit bloke I used to work with. He makes me tremble & makes my knickers (thongs) giddy. I moved him in immediately after changing the beds sheets after I broke up with Stephen. I love him so so much that I even wipe his arse for him. Aren’t I lucky?
Time for a gin? Oh it’s only 10am. Never mind, I’ll have a liquid lunch. Anyone want a selfie with me? No? Well would you mind taking a photo of me with my hands wrapped around an autumnal brew mug while I stare out the window, curling my lips & singing softly singing to myself?
Ooh. Lunchtime. Gin anyone? Actually I might go shopping for some size 13 clothes *heaves massive arse out of office chair*
Hi everyone. I’m back from lunch. I’m doing okay actually Are you okay?
*shuffles stapler, pen, notepad around desk & pretends it’s “work”*
Oh I’m just soooo exhausted. But that’s okay! I need to be kind to myself you know?
What Boss? You’re not happy with my work? Stop trolling me! You can’t tell me what to do! That’s it! I’m blocking you!
Well everywunn *sigh* I’m leaving now, I need to rush home & take my fit bloke to the toilet, cook his haute cuisine dinner while my kids eat cheap shite” & then sashay around him sexily in my thing cos I love sex me. See you all tomorrow. I’m so so proud of you all today, I really really am. And you know what? I’m proud of me too!’
All interspersed with 1000 “like”s & 5000 “erm”s.
She really did have the ugliest wedding dress I’ve ever seenIt’s funny how she’s not re-shared any wedding pics where her dress ripped at the bust cos it was 4 sizes too small
I feel sad that a boy aged 4 uses an X Box. I mean, I'm sure I'd seen all the Hellraiser films in the 90s by the time I was Stan's age but when you become a parent yourself you don't half see things in a completely different way.Why the hell is that poor child sat so close to the TV! She must be neglecting his eyesight as well!
this is brilliantCan you imagine her in a normal working environment, say in an office?
“Hello everywunn.
i’m doing okay today. Are you feeling okay too?
Time for brew & a 5000 calorie snack.
*sigh* It’s so tough for us working people isn’t it?
I can’t type because I have my manky lilac chunky jumper sleeves over my hands & I need to show off my ‘lucky bag’ engagement ring. Did you know I’m married? To the fit bloke I used to work with. He makes me tremble & makes my knickers (thongs) giddy. I moved him in immediately after changing the beds sheets after I broke up with Stephen. I love him so so much that I even wipe his arse for him. Aren’t I lucky?
Time for a gin? Oh it’s only 10am. Never mind, I’ll have a liquid lunch. Anyone want a selfie with me? No? Well would you mind taking a photo of me with my hands wrapped around an autumnal brew mug while I stare out the window, curling my lips & singing softly singing to myself?
Ooh. Lunchtime. Gin anyone? Actually I might go shopping for some size 13 clothes *heaves massive arse out of office chair*
Hi everyone. I’m back from lunch. I’m doing okay actually Are you okay?
*shuffles stapler, pen, notepad around desk & pretends it’s “work”*
Oh I’m just soooo exhausted. But that’s okay! I need to be kind to myself you know?
What Boss? You’re not happy with my work? Stop trolling me! You can’t tell me what to do! That’s it! I’m blocking you!
Well everywunn *sigh* I’m leaving now, I need to rush home & take my fit bloke to the toilet, cook his haute cuisine dinner while my kids eat cheap shite” & then sashay around him sexily in my thing cos I love sex me. See you all tomorrow. I’m so so proud of you all today, I really really am. And you know what? I’m proud of me too!’
All interspersed with 1000 “like”s & 5000 “erm”s.
Can you imagine her in a normal working environment, say in an office?
“Hello everywunn.
i’m doing okay today. Are you feeling okay too?
Time for brew & a 5000 calorie snack.
*sigh* It’s so tough for us working people isn’t it?
I can’t type because I have my manky lilac chunky jumper sleeves over my hands & I need to show off my ‘lucky bag’ engagement ring. Did you know I’m married? To the fit bloke I used to work with. He makes me tremble & makes my knickers (thongs) giddy. I moved him in immediately after changing the beds sheets after I broke up with Stephen. I love him so so much that I even wipe his arse for him. Aren’t I lucky?
Time for a gin? Oh it’s only 10am. Never mind, I’ll have a liquid lunch. Anyone want a selfie with me? No? Well would you mind taking a photo of me with my hands wrapped around an autumnal brew mug while I stare out the window, curling my lips & singing softly singing to myself?
Ooh. Lunchtime. Gin anyone? Actually I might go shopping for some size 13 clothes *heaves massive arse out of office chair*
Hi everyone. I’m back from lunch. I’m doing okay actually Are you okay?
*shuffles stapler, pen, notepad around desk & pretends it’s “work”*
Oh I’m just soooo exhausted. But that’s okay! I need to be kind to myself you know?
What Boss? You’re not happy with my work? Stop trolling me! You can’t tell me what to do! That’s it! I’m blocking you!
Well everywunn *sigh* I’m leaving now, I need to rush home & take my fit bloke to the toilet, cook his haute cuisine dinner while my kids eat cheap shite” & then sashay around him sexily in my thing cos I love sex me. See you all tomorrow. I’m so so proud of you all today, I really really am. And you know what? I’m proud of me too!’
All interspersed with 1000 “like”s & 5000 “erm”s.
I forgot to put the wanky wave in …This is absolute gold. Oh would that we could send it to her in hard copy, Arial 16, and sit her size 13 arse down in her office chair with a brew in her Halloween mug in hand, and not let her stand up until she’s read this start to finish.
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