DinosaurSenior
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It's your accounts, Jack. Your accounts.
Can't reveal that, but I won.
Jack can't travel on a plane because there's no precedent for a plane chaos. The Jack Monroe Train Chaos™ is a critical part of her brand. What's she going to do, almost get sucked out of the plane when someone (probably a man) accidentally opens the door at 30k feet but is saved when her Mediterranean arse plugs the gap? A Twitter pile-on caused by the lack of eggs in the mid-flight meal? Being recognised as the great Jack Monroe by an air stewardess who sidled up to her with a six pack of Yakult quietly and gently saying she was a huge fan of her body of work? Absurd.
Good point!Jack would be far too trembly and awkward to confront a manager face to face. She’d wait until she was behind her keyboard.
Yet she fits into clothing suitable for an 11 year old. One minute smol, smol, smol, next it's huge, huge, huge.
well, exactly. the whole mussels and pears thing happened for a startHello & welcome @Luna-Lovegood hope you stick around to witness a Sunday/ Full moon Jack chaos in real time the cabal do not disappoint.
Strangely even this doesn’t make it in the top three disturbing things I’ve seen on this thread.
coincidentally, jrsf's just reminded me of perhaps the best thing I've ever posted on this horrific site of libellous mithetering ninniesDiligent grunker @JayRamShamFour has perfectly timed the liking of my post from thread #146 about keys and their interchangeable nature.
LJC moves in mysterious ways. The past and the present are aligning. When Orphy B comes up with another accurate prophesy it will complete the holy time continuum triangle and we can perform the ancient Pythagoras ritual
We're talking about someone who took Louisa Compton to a Harvester for the unlimted salad bar and then proposed after two episodes of EastEnders.That is not my idea of intimate or romantic. Looks nice enough but how is that either of those things?
If someone described a restaurant as intimate and romantic to me I would image a little more privacy between the tables, not crowded so close you could hear someone fart on the next table.
So many of Jack’s stories deserve one of those end of a movie credits scenes where they tell you what everyone got up to next.Regarding the recently deleted celery, purchased in Edinburgh...
What did Jack actually make from it? Was it in the slurry foisted on mythical tramps? It probably went in the bin along with the c.w.h and the lettuces. I hate the thought of wasted food!
It certainly isn't cooking!Omg she said her hidden talent is singing
She looks good here although I’m guessing she’s given her poverty story on both barrels he is looking rather shellshocked.
Wow.I know we've looked at the Twitter delete sprees, but did we ever look at the Instagram ones?
Here they are, stat lovers:
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