Stick your pasta in your scrap book, do the VBI, or better still spend some time with your SONCan't believe she still ain't shut the duck up yet.
Go round your mothers, Jack. Show her your holiday snaps. Shut up.
Stick your pasta in your scrap book, do the VBI, or better still spend some time with your SONCan't believe she still ain't shut the duck up yet.
Go round your mothers, Jack. Show her your holiday snaps. Shut up.
Put the heating on? It’s 12°
When I was much younger, Chief Constable Anderton accused me (and all other LGBT people) of swirling in a cesspit of our own making. Nice to think I am still swirling in that cesspit.I've come over all sentimental about her calling us a gubby cesspit, it's always lovely to get a shoutout.
Does she know normal jobs have expenses too? I’m about to get a fancy monitor arm
I can't believe Jack said tits! Like I'm literally shaking. Why is young lady talking like a sailor? What is going on? Is this the rapture?
I’m sure someone has said it already but that’s not what relinquish means
“They’re slightly loose”.
Sorry I'm grunking and probably too early but honestly for me "if Blue Peter were possessed by a particularly stupid demon" is a thread title nominationFor the love of God... hair ties and GU pots and Pringle lids. She's what would happen if Blue Peter were possessed by a particularly stupid demon.
duck off Jack, duck off with your inflated lips and T&G lawnmower hair and your ray bans and Burberry bags and Tiffany earrings, your pigskin hat and your DMs and your Cotswold furniture and your Dysons, your mini breaks and your massive house/garage/garden and your tv spot and your best selling slop books and your tax avoidance and your crappy Patreon handouts and your lies and grifting and woe-is-me-ten-years-on. Just. duck. Off.
And take your crappy curries with you.