I'd bet my left tit and clitoris hood that he will have a big 40 helium ballon and decorated the bedsit pretending that its all a massive suprise from Derek.
and let’s be real here, where would deek hide a balloon in that flat? But I think your right ma lovelie and imagine being that pathetic, and so forth.I'd bet my left tit and clitoris hood that he will have a big 40 helium ballon and decorated the bedsit pretending that its all a massive suprise from Derek.
He’s probably bringing it back from the card factory himself as we speakI'd bet my left tit and clitoris hood that he will have a big 40 helium ballon and decorated the bedsit pretending that its all a massive suprise from Derek.
Hope Rayn attacks it, speaking of balloons, remember his arch which was put up in what November and deflated by the time December came about. Oh me, you know what, Martin does provide some genuine laughsHe’s probably bringing it back from the card factory himself as we speak
Excuse me Hen, get in your own lane & get some class !! Forget the NHS, have you ever spared a thought for poor Mazda cleaning two hours a week in the Polis station?!! The unsung hero’s of this country so aye & so forth. Forget saving peoples lives, it’s all about getting right round that u bend !!This is genuine, ma hens. I came to tattle because a combination of feeling shite watching influencers, burnout working for that small business the NHS and a wee bit of bespoke low level depression meant I really needed to make some changes in my life. I deleted insta, and it helped realising via here that it's all smoke and mirrors, and the influencer bubble is probably about to burst.
After getting myself to that "fine" stage, I started sorting my environment. Began with baby steps. Wardrobe. Phew, felt better. Felt nicer in my clothes. Slowly but surely worked my way through every drawer, cupboard, the garage and today just sorted the loft. I can't lie, I felt sad for myself that I'd shopped and stored when I wasn't "fine". So much stuff, but barely used so I've been able to donate or sell the majority of it. But never again. None of it helped, I still felt sad, then I felt sad again facing it and clearing it all out. In the future I'll just skip the first stage and face up to things.
I suppose I'm trying to say that although Hinch and her cronies, including Mario, were part of why I felt rubbish it was me who chose to watch. It was also me who eventually decided to uninstall. And honestly I feel a bit gutted for Maz that he's probably sad. A Chinese take away for a big birthday you've been soft launching for months? You wouldn't wish that existence on anyone.
And tons love to all you tattle bastards, ma hens. You all well picked me up by my bootstraps.
I've been trying to explain who/what Daisy Uncle & Deed Deek are.Have you told them how short they are. I'm screaming at you rounding up a posse to track them down. I
Asking his "clients" to keep his floor clean how many floors is the police station?Naw stop the bus! He’s trying to say he cleans multiple houses and truncheons! My mind is blown
Shame she couldn't hack the bulbous bit off his nose. Fat freakThe bleeping state of it View attachment 2404283
He's clearly been begging for a 'local business' to do it for him, since he's low keyed mentioned it every day for the last fortnight.He’s probably bringing it back from the card factory himself as we speak
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BEAUTY THERAPIST!!! Hahahaha!The bleeping state of it View attachment 2404283