In our last thread-
-The BIG REVEAL wasn’t Jack’s tit as promised, it was an “unfiltered, raw” personal essay about Jack going into recovery which was basically OUR FAULT because of the “quarter of a million” messages we have written here 24/7 she has to seek out and read late at night where us conspiracy theorists obsess over her bungalow’s staircase configuration.
-The essay was accompanied by highly filtered photoshop likenesses of Jack.
-The frauen felt bad Jack felt hurt.
-The frauen felt a niggling doubt that it wasn’t our fault entirely, what with the terrible tv presenting on DKL, end of the engagement, pandemic, and the litany of lies and omissions Jack has publicly made. The essay did read a bit like an advertorial for a dayhab. It’s been weeks since she graduated. The light has come back into her eyes “more often than strobe light” praise beans.
-Where’s the rabbit, Jack?
-Where’s the Patreon rewards for the past 52 weeks, Jack?
-Anyway, the essay was a blessed relief form the large amount of sardine content nobody had been enjoying apart from Charlesv who popped in to say hi and share his sardine advent calendar measurements, then left.
-Did you know pilchards are sardines? Jack didn’t.
-Halloween arrived! that should only mean one thing HATS! Sadly it also meant performative parenting from Jack who made her 11 year old a “Squid Game” guard outfit, costing just tens of pounds and thrown together in over 36 hours AND is this lucky or what? It also fits Jack!
- Today’s breakfast was last night’s take away with an inexplicable egg, natch. Crispy on the underneath, snotty round the yolk. Ooooft. What a way to celebrate Day of the Dead. At least we got another hat!
I've just come off the back of a challenge to finish a drawing every day in October and I can confidently tell you right now that there is (mercifully) not a sardine's chance in a bungalow that she's going to finish.
