Hard As Nails, Irish Jack.Clobber across the internet. Ooooh also Hard As Nails Jack is here too.
Any excuse for this gif, what a wally he is
Hard As Nails, Irish Jack.Clobber across the internet. Ooooh also Hard As Nails Jack is here too.
If it's a business purchase.Why on earth wouldn't you put your personal number on your dog's tag?
She really struggles to admit she's made a mistake, doesn't she? The doubling down and ridiculous lies to cover a mistake up are quite something to behold.So she’s not scared of the canal getting in touch? Good, as I doubt any of us Fraus would.
But how about all the hateful messages she gets about people wanting to pour things into her flaps, and send her ominous boxes, etc? I’m sure they’d love another way to get in touch.
I’m sure Essex’s finest Plodmen told her it’s absolutely fine though, right?
Only one of these is trueSo she’s not scared of the canal getting in touch? Good, as I doubt any of us Fraus would.
But how about all the hateful messages she gets about people wanting to pour things into her flaps, and send her ominous boxes, etc? I’m sure they’d love another way to get in touch.
I’m sure Essex’s finest Plodmen told her it’s absolutely fine though, right?
Guarantee the first text through to the work phone will be a certain squig asking "opened the box yet, luv?"
But that doesn't make any sense. Why would Jack send her phone number to so many people, only to ignore it when it rings? What is the point?
With old Harold having done a runner, she must be at the anchöiade! Are her noisy ovaries groaning? (Actually this has made me feel rather queasy. Sorry, folks).Oh bleeping wonderful, I’d missed Ovaries Jack View attachment 1365152
Awwwww. One of the nicknames for our JRT is Fanny Annie . Also Fan Dan and Fan Foo . Her real name is no where near those names .I felt the same way dear heart. Try not to get upset, other ninnies here cheered me up no end. And...
...First sign of trouble, the canal will be descending on the RSPCA like an avalanche of rinsed beans from a catering-sized tin.
To make you laugh, I named my Jack Russell Fanny-Anny. Trouble is the little bastard used to run off. So I'm hollering 'fanny fanny fanny'. At the top of my lungs. In the local park. I spect I was put on a 'list' somewhere at the time.
Hang on, hang on.Only one of these is true
I long to call but I'm so scared of Jack I wouldn't dare. I tremble at the power of her fists and her intellect. She's just too ferocious for me.
OR
I'm not 15 and in a phone box with three giggling mates.
Babe, same xFfs this thread title is confusing me, I keep closing and reopening Tattle because I glance up and read ‘Something went wrong. Try again’
My own smol pixie chaos (I’m only 5 1.75)