She'll be fuming we all called her out on the lies so she's had to actually go spend her money on someone other than herself
She'll be fuming we all called her out on the lies so she's had to actually go spend her money on someone other than herself
Don't give him ideas! He will likely whip up a pot of his slow cooked diarrhoea looking shite. Even the homeless would reject that though. Can just imagine him mincing along the streets to find the homeless with obedient little trolley boy filming the Benefactor of Beirut from behindAt this point Im surprised he’s no buying meals for the homeless along with his own Chinese, seeing as he is the patron saint on Paisley these days
Again, it’s not really a selfless good deed if you have to post about it ya hedgehog heided fuck.
Let’s hope he doesn’t start cooking meals for them.At this point Im surprised he’s no buying meals for the homeless along with his own Chinese, seeing as he is the patron saint on Paisley these days
I’ve had a few lethalless deprived
Aye as if they don’t have enough problems without getting explosive diarrhoea from his stoviesLet’s hope he doesn’t start cooking meals for them.even the starving would turn down a bowl of Marion‘s boiled slop.
Sorry hen, posted my comment before I read yours! Am a #copycat and so forth.Don't give him ideas! He will likely whip up a pot of his slow cooked diarrhoea looking shite. Even the homeless would reject that though. Can just imagine him mincing along the streets to find the homeless with obedient little trolley boy filming the Benefactor of Beirut from behind
Jist bingo-ing masel lovelies. Beirut in the snow, pure magic. Uncanny.It’s Christmas Eve 2023. Two little men are aw cozy in their bumming fort, pretending to watch Home Alone and have their special chrissmass chriss n joos beside them. One of them has her phone right up to her face, only its massive beak gets between his face and the screen. Scrolling away, a notification comes through from the BBC weather app that makes the tiny man jump up from his concrete block in his poorly fitted monogrammed pyjamas. The friction between the two cheap materials nearly sets the borrower’s home alight but the speed at which he travels to the window fans the flames as well as blowing out several wax burners in the process.
“It’s snowing! It’s snowing!” the little gonk shouts. “It’s finally happened, Winter Wonderland has come to Seedhill! It’s a Christmas Miracle!” Full of festive cheer, the curtains are swept aside and all gather round to behold the magical scene… the end.
Least you weren’t 4 years later with the copying like Oor Marion.Sorry hen, posted my comment before I read yours! Am a #copycat and so forth.
Fabulous view you have, Mario...Said no one ever!Well ma lovelies, ah'm noo hinking the portacabins urni fur the workies pulling doon Beirut in Paisley, but they belong tae Beak and he stores aw his tat in them.
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