I just took my crumbed lamb chops for a walk this morning and I’m looking forward to another week in Port
aLOU Melbourne. We have to be close to setting a thread record here
.
Oh boy. You fezza’s are as manic as a daytime drunk, scrubbing Dick Bruno’s manhood in the kitchen sink! *Sparklers buddy*
Thanks for the new
therapy group thread. Bewdiful.
We started off with covert Tattlers Bianca and Bridgett attempting to do what we’ve all secretly desired with a roll of gaffer tape… but they slipped and missed EL’s mouth three times. They don’t always use duct tape to fix problems but when they do, it helps muffle the sound.
EmmyLou thought the tape was a little big and she could have sized down to a slim Scotch wall-safe roll. By the end her boobs look like they were just badly folded chicken wraps. Nothing a little mayo can’t fix. We also have a fair visual on how date nights finish up too.
Becoming LOUnier with the passing of each thread, the LouLou-ChooChoo finally jumped the tracks when we farewelled Leah. LazyLou was triggered. We can always tell when she’s
bin been wounded coz us farcan loser Tattlers get a shout out.
See you at the servo
Leah’s good behaviour bond finally came to and end and her community service is completed. Hopefully she doesn’t reoffend. Now she can her a real job. A LOUphole in her contract means she can’t sue for the OH&S working conditions.
The stench wench was grifted a romantic getaway. Watch your step Babe! Whoever the tall drink of water is, we’re desperately thirsty for more and if we don’t get a drink real soon we’re just gonna swell up.
Like most romantic couples, they packed along their meat-baby beef cheeks in a Russell Hobbs port-a-cot and settled in for some Netflix and cardiovascular disease.