He’d be better using the lumi on his napper try and stimulate some hair growth and maybe then he’ll huv the dyson on for longer than a second
Wunner if space raiders were too nippy fur his dry lips.Ahm still no over the movie treat boax wae the wan bag of spicy bikers and two lion bars if ahm honest!!!!
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His front door?? Hahaha.
He can’t even put his wreath outside his front door never mind a big winter display
He is the gift that keeps on giving.
We all know he is livid and thinks she copied him that’s why he has had to comment
Pity he's not had wan oaf those lethal tonight. Ah'd luv a wee 's oan this app. No chrissmas till Marion does wan.We all know he is livid and thinks she copied him that’s why he has had to comment
King of Candy Lame
He has to be on the wind up hen
Or his bum bum henWunner if space raiders were too nippy fur his dry lips.
Might huv been they lips ah wuz talking aboot ma lovelieOr his bum bum hen
It’s brutal watching him trying to keep up with the high end Instagramers, sitting in his wee grey cell with the epileptic tree when they are all doing it so much more tastefully and grander, he can only dream of that kind of decoration, I almost do feel a bit sorry for himDoes he realise how ridiculous he sounds even pretending that would last more than 5 minutes in his close?
The cringe fae her is aff the scale the night ma loveleis
A doubt it hen with his level of halitosis!He must be able to taste the envy in his dirty mouth. It’ll be driving him insane and I love it!
Breath like Rayne’s steaming dirt box. So ayeA doubt it hen with his level of halitosis!
Are you an AB postcode? Think I know the wee guy you're referring toYou know what trolls, I for one, thank Marion. I was walking home from work earlier and saw the usual town oddity (you must know, every town has one) pushing along his shopping trolley, wearing his tiny tartan mini skirt in all weathers. And it made me think - what bought him to be like this? What was his childhood like? We all know Marion is that person in Paisley. That absolute weirdo that everyone talks about when they see him mincing down the streets in his sleeping bag.
but Marion, the patron saint of Paisley, does us all a favour as we don’t have to be living up in Beirut to witness him in all his finery (fake Goo-she) - we get to see the wonders of his madness every single day as he plasters it all over Instagram. Thanks Marion, so aye