Nonah
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Haha no. It was at Reading festival.Was it the "you people have a sick history" night? Is this a canal lesser free trade hall moment?
This is my aneurysm. 90s Jack is more b*witched than 4real.
Haha no. It was at Reading festival.Was it the "you people have a sick history" night? Is this a canal lesser free trade hall moment?
This is my aneurysm. 90s Jack is more b*witched than 4real.
She's certainly sold her family, friends and exes for various stories over the year so why not the world as well.Smells likeTeen Spiritboiled soap/Jack Slop
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TheManWoman who Sold the World
I agree that it was more this than anything official.Might not even be that, could well be just on her own school's Gifted and Talented register, which was often top 10% but not in all subjects e.g. you could be on the G and T register for Music but in bottom set for Maths.
I might be causing a mini chaos but I think someone on here may have told her to go out and touch the grass. Either that or it was on TwitterThe “touch grass” thing is a weird thing to say. I’ve never heard that expression before.
Although Jack must be permanently touching cloth given the amount of time she’s spent on the toilet surfing Twitter recently.
I’ve seen you while I’ve been lurking on both these threads and my god imagine the two of them together- it doesn’t bare thinking about!!!I’m not quite which fall is so spectacular these past few days, Jack or Snapshoteye on TikTok proudly saying when he works in care he kisses the patients without a hint of irony, not that you should joke about anything of this kind.
Jack Monroe and Paul Breach are a narc match made in heaven.
Get the good biscuits out and the FANCY china
Look presentable, a link to the thread has been posted on twitter. We might get new visitors!
One correction/clarification from recent grunking – What media folk call “New Broadcasting House” is actually in London – it’s the shiny new building off Portland place. People refer to it as NBH and the 1930s older building next to it as Old BH, which is important if you’re going for interviews as you need to know which entrance to go to. BBC Breakfast and a lot of other stuff moved up to Salford, but a fair bit of radio and TV is still in London.
I do quite fancy a couple of sleeve dogs but I definitely can’t afford them. Plus I’m not sure how work would react if I rocked up to the office with barking arms.
Ahh but only one of the allegations is trueThis is somehow the worst thing Courtney Love has ever been accused of
I’d sub waddling for running. Otherwise
Babe, sameAh I see you’ve met my ex.
So fuck all then?
How many GCSE does THAT MANThe people at the top get plum TV jobs. For example, academic types such as Jeremy Clarkson and Stacey Dooley were just handed their opportunities in life, while poor Jack never had a chance after dropping off the league tables.
(Not a slam on either of them BTW. It just goes to show that having 4 GCSEs isn’t the big deal Jack seems to think it is.
Could I nominate this for thread title#clapformonroe …? Well, after Sunday night it could well be…
Just not the dead seaMark sweetie.
She's trying to reach you..
Chuck your phone in the sea..
I like that we’re being kind enough to Jack, after the lies we’ve seen uncovered even just in this very thread, to entertain the idea that she might have genuinely been put on some type of “gifted and talented” list.Might not even be that, could well be just on her own school's Gifted and Talented register, which was often top 10% but not in all subjects e.g. you could be on the G and T register for Music but in bottom set for Maths.
SUrely she could up her rate to something more exotic like a kebab?If that's the annoying squig I'm thinking of, it's either a sock or someone who somehow has the time to follow Jack around on Twitter all day like a clingy puppy, yapping and chomping at the ankles of anyone who dares show signs of dissent. Unusually...dedicated behaviour. Normally I'd say "Shes not going to shag you" but given recent developments, they might be well in there with the promise of a late night burger.