The tomatoes in those dry as fuck sandwiches are from yesterday's breakfast.
The tomatoes in those dry as fuck sandwiches are from yesterday's breakfast.Fucking dead
only yesterday they didn’t celebrate Valentine day
todaywe are gifted with marions version of afternoon tea.
I’d cry if someone presented this to me for afternoon tea and it wouldn’t be happy tears.
Ma Lovilee it’s Lidl orange juice... the posh one as well so aye but are they bespoke Jam sandwiches?He has hasn't he? He's made a bucks fizz with orange squash and not fresh OJ. I need a lie down.
OI’ve just seen another 3 cleaning accounts doing an afternoon tea for their other halves today. Are they all in a cult because I’ve not seen a single one have any original ideas!
The 2 ferrero rocher alone on the top tier had me howlingThat’s the most piss poor afternoon tea effort I’ve ever seen in my nelly puff. He could’ve got all that on a side plate. He says every year they don’t do Valentines but Deek ALWAYS buys him a wee something.
Aaand lastly....ever since he installed that salmon pink bath mat under his big boujee tapas table that corner has always looked like this. Straighten it oot Marion!! Can you tell he’s annoyed me today
Oh thank the lord for that!!!!! Back in ma lane for noo.Ma Lovilee it’s Lidl orange juice... the posh one as well so aye but are they bespoke Jam sandwiches?
I missed out on the leg mopThe two lonely ferrero rocher on the top are just comedy gold. I know he filled it up with shop bought stuff afterwards but it made me laugh so much it almost overtook the leg mop
Say nae more ma lovelieI missed out on the leg mopcan someone post the photo? Please
What was he even doing ? Looks like he was marching in all of his 2ft hallway
I’ll be laughing about this when I’m old and senile. The dementia nurses will be saying I’m crazy cackling about leg mops and fanny cushions
ohhh fuck av just choked on my food
Just read this me lovelie, ma tea came oot ma nose so it didMelvin as the hostess with the mostest at his hoose party. Shouting shoes aff at the door (aka the high footfall area) everyone, running round speeonjay in hand glaring at folk who look like they're enjoying themselves too much and might have a wee accidental drink sploosh, quickly hoovering the crumbs round about folk dancing to Whitney, screaming that his tap-ass table isn't additional seating, being soothed by Brenda, Senga and Morag whilst greeting into the coat pile on his plush bed that Dezza is flirting with somebody's (as it turns out) straight plus one, flinging everyone oot at 10.30 so he can get the carpets cleaned before bed, telling Dezza "I'll deal with you tomorrow boy " and discovering the next day that someone's made off with Rayn and his blingy febreeze bottle. Stories himself threatening to turn over his ring bell footage to the polis if the febreeze isn't returned. Second story posted because he forgot to ask for Rayn to be brought back.
Aye. Good times.
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