Dear heart, there is plenty room for you and the hall chair in our Spite Orangery.I also want the chair in the hall, just because, because I actually don't have a hall to put it in.
I just want to spite her.Because I am a mirror person.
No, the spoons are all mine.I’m glad this has carried over and nobody has commented what I was going to say: that being we could all pick half a dozen spoons each
Wish she'd stop making idle threats to sell her stuff, she never does it! Still waiting on her Depop so I can get my hands on that gorgeous flamingo blouse, you just never know when you get a last minute invite to a lūʻau.
In bags that a lovely but very hairy cat rustles about in.If she was so desperate for funds, all those clothes would be 'adminned' and up for sale. She admitted in the Coops chain that they're stuffed in the wardrobe.
You can have it. I don't have any use for it.I bagsy the tampon pineapple.
Can't help wondering what Jack had over her for her to be paying her rent for how long after they broke up??LJC was deffo paying the lions share of the rent until recently methinks. It’s not long since she moved is it? Obv to somewhere much nicer now she has all her own money to herself at last!
I’m sure I saw that the rent in the shitty b was 2k+ so even with the stupitrons that’s a huge chunk of her grift gone every months.
All I can see when I saw this was Jack going about her house crashing into sideboards and tripping over spoonsAnyone want to buy some lightbulbs?
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Please send help! Following Jack's advice I put on a "few" layers and I now can't budge.
I’m good, thanksI’m glad this has carried over and nobody has commented what I was going to say: that being we could all pick half a dozen spoons each
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