Ma lovely I think we all just need to be grateful he doesn’t have a bath tub. Could you imagine the bespoke bath sessions we would be subjected to - Mario soaking with bespoke Ava May bath bombs, his little rubby ducky bobbing along , and wee Derek scrubbing his back.I just want to know where his plug and chain is is this a bespoke hole
In the same sentence he said the house was a mess. MAKE YOUR MIND UP CUNTHEEEEEDHis 'house' looks SHAMAZING apparently.
Bet it fuckin doesn't.
Jinx“My outbox is through the roof”
“You need them in the colour clear”
He really is the gift that keeps on giving
Yeah I read it twice, I’m not sure if it’s a game and we are meant to take all the words and punctuation, rearrange it and make a coherent statement?
I saw this and I was straight on here like a rat up an attic hatchView attachment 287459
Has he been up Barshaw Park with his hobbit axe cutting doon trees...... So aye ma lovelies here's ma wreath it's going to be full of wee bugs and beasties but so aye it'll be utterly bespoke way its ain scent mwah mwah mwah
He’s the kind of arsehole you’d stand up to and he’s start crying. None of this I can look after masel bullshit. You could knock him over with a feather. All this I don’t care crap is a front. He’s an insecure idiot who tries to big himself up but fails absolutely miserablyAnother golden nugget from last night. "I've got a mooth. I can honnell (handle)masel"
Melvin going full tilt at attempting to tear strips off someone could go one of two ways (or his attempt at this expression, "could go wan way wae me").
1. His bespoke and boujee mastery of the language means that you would only be able to tell he was unhappy with you by the expression on his face and the tone of his voice. With the exception of a few expletives, the rest would be unintelligible. Result: you would be unable to feel properly chastened or be able to respond as you would legitimately have no idea what had just been levelled at you.
2. When sufficiently angered, Melvin would rant in a pitch detectable only to the blind Nikita dugs of the world. Result: you would be unable to feel properly chastened or be able to respond as you would legitimately have no idea what had just been levelled at you.
Bawbag.
I know you think he would have picked the twig tip up from his obsession with Mrs hinch who often picks twigs and sticks them to cardboard.Pissed myself when he said they do something similar ‘at the company’ Dunelm (did it come in the scent plastic and the colour brown, aye?)
Eight quid! eight quid for the sticks!! You know you can pick them up for free in the park, don’t you? Whit a red neck