I'm just imagining they'd get on each others nerves without a common antagonist. They bond over moaning, particularly about us. Collaborating and actually making something together would be a whole different ball game.
I'm just imagining they'd get on each others nerves without a common antagonist. They bond over moaning, particularly about us. Collaborating and actually making something together would be a whole different ball game.
Mid train snack, some people have crisps, chocolate, sandwiches. She has bqq flavoured pineapple rings.I know this is baiting us, yet here I am, wondering why the duck anyone would need to carry around barbecue sauce and a tin of pineapple slices.
Would you pry it from a train floor, after two weeks during a pandemic with no hand sanitiser? If not, you are safeAm I Jack? I have a 'tile' on my phone and also one on my keys
Please don't let me be Jack.
What was this about?I was almost as riveted as that time she pretended to drink soy sauce in the cinema.
It’s *always* bullshit. She got creative today but it’s complete bleeping nonsense and no way happened, at least not as she described it. She’s mining for engagement and satisfying her insatiable itch to fantasise, win-win!I smell bullshit. Look how pristine that thing is...nah.
Nobody puts Jack’s tile on the floor.
As per my previous post and now reading her responses I’m convinced about being an AD..... just speculation your honour!Honestly this is the most pathetic Jack has been so far in their attention grab. No video of them trying to pry it off? No?
More bullshit, Jack, you silly twit.
Hahah I’m choking Poca!Nobody puts Jack’s tile on the floor.
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Why couldn't they locate their lost one on train then?
What is AD please?As per my previous post and now reading her responses I’m convinced about being an AD..... just speculation your honour!
Hahah I’m choking Poca!
Or was it an #ad or colab she forgot to declare?duck me, that story of the phone thingie on the train was boooooooooring. That's the stuff that made me mute het in the first place, the constant non-content.
She was "a Greek" this morning"too British" to ask for help but not too British to put every brain fart on Twatter.