I don’t know where to begin today
Nothing greasy
Two hash browns in the air fryer & two potato scones in a pot (WTAF?) absorbing a sea of vegetable oil like two thirsty sponges, all 4 of them battered right onto a white roll with lashings of HP
I’m not sure that wee delicacy will soothe his IBS
Not sure he put enough toilet gel down that cludgie either - FFS
That cleaning tour of the boujee palace gave me bespoke motion sickness
His format remains irritating as
duck, but at least he’s mastered how to get the labels facing round the right way
The quantity & quality (price) of most of those make up products was OBSCENE - someone should stage an intervention. He was using the word “joost” last week, as in “getting the joost”, but today he has inexplicably changed “gist” to “just”
I think he might be trolling us. He started wearing make up in his 20s, when he was 18 or 19, and he prefers a doo-ay look. And just when we thought it was safe to say with confidence he genuinely couldn’t cram any more shite in that flat...he’s acquired that bespoke shelving unit to display his, well, assorted tat and toot and totems of importance
I just had to express all that - it was a proper binge marathon of his stories. I’m emotionally drained after watching it, ma lovelies. However, the big question (and I’m sure it’s preying on everyone’s mind)...where the
duck are his bespoke cereal dispensers?