Dear hearts, what a joy, privilege and honour. I’ve a number of moments in life to be proud of in this rough & pumble life. Ordination in the Church. An actual doctorate for a thing I wrote. Marriage and children. But a thread title here is one to add to the list, and I’ve asked my wife for a small drinks reception later today. I don’t drink alcohol but have put some cold berry tea & lemonade in the fridge ready for what I’m promised will be a delightfully refreshing treat this evening.
I’m obviously not paid for my contributions to Tattle (and that’s FINE, why would I be?), but if you’re feeling generous do send any and all casho’s either to paypal.thegriftingvicar or alternatively donate to any local, organic, grifters who may need your help.
Seriously though; be kind to people, look out for each other, keep pointing out how Jack’s a scammer and not actually helping people, and always, no matter what kind of rush you’re in, rinse your hoops. Toot toot.
I’m obviously not paid for my contributions to Tattle (and that’s FINE, why would I be?), but if you’re feeling generous do send any and all casho’s either to paypal.thegriftingvicar or alternatively donate to any local, organic, grifters who may need your help.
Seriously though; be kind to people, look out for each other, keep pointing out how Jack’s a scammer and not actually helping people, and always, no matter what kind of rush you’re in, rinse your hoops. Toot toot.