Oh Dear, looks like there's been some spicy chat in the Whatsapp!Brought to you by the Jack Monroe “I’m Caarrrrazy me” School of Fuckwittery…
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Oh Dear, looks like there's been some spicy chat in the Whatsapp!Brought to you by the Jack Monroe “I’m Caarrrrazy me” School of Fuckwittery…
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ETA: Got there before me, Marm![]()
I dunno, isn't thea Tattle thing or has it spread?
Anyhow, frauen, I am hoping that poetry reciting Jack has packed it in given that she frequently can't remember her own 'recipes' when she's upstairs or out at the shops.
I have done a riff on a poem in honor of thread 344.
Twitter twitter little twit
I don't wonder where you're at
Up above Thorpe Bay so high
Like a pumble in the sky
Ah yes. Nothing like clambering out of a pool in soaking wet clothes to sort out arthritic joints.Jack has forgotten again that she is;
1. Poor
2. Suffering from crippling arthritis
Sure she will recalibrate shortly
Ginger and oat biggies… fruit and oat lil crumblies… choc dunk… Jack, you’re 30-odd years old making these for adults, not making these for a five year old to take to nursery.
Yes Jack I'm sure it's your cookies bringing all the boys to the yard.
Co-op does a lovely range and now I'm hungry
Yes Jack, because that’s what severely depressed people do. They go to parties and jump in the pool.
Oh it's a PADDLING POOL. Yeah right. Why didn't she say so in the first place? Jackass.
Surprised she hasn’t sparked a UFO alert in sarfendYeah. She flips her lights ON and OFF so fast, I’m starting to understand why she had to unscrew her lightbulbs.