How dare she. Stay in your hole or show yourself, guest. Pick one. And when you do surface the matter of the Lee Anderson beg money will need answering, with receipts.guest creeping about on Twitter this afternoon - has liked two posts
Jack Monroe #524 Not the only or most important voice and presence in this critical area of our life
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Greek "momia" recipe w/ cinnamon
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By George, she can talk some bollocks.
If she was even a fraction as clever as she thinks she is, she'd be able to get a job and a pay packet.
HOW can she make PIE! of all things sound so disgusting? I love pie, now I can't eat one until I've forgotten her description.
"lingering lubrication . . .layer of fat disappearing down my greedy gullet"
NOOOooooo!
I dunno, I feel like her "food" is quite likely to gain sentience and be capable of brooding, lurking, and possibly stalking the unwary.
Why should Pumble be alone? Even a monster needs a mate.
They should hire her in bariatric clinics to completely put people off of food forever. Craving a cake? Just call up Jack and listen to her calling it an unctuous cacophony of malleable moist delights and youāll never want it again.
I despise her clumsy use of alliteration. Itās like she got praised for using it once in creative writing when she was 14 so now she shoehorns it in wherever possible because itās an aRtIsTiC tEcHnIqUe. Literary devices shouldnāt be used for the sake of it Jack, just because you can, doesnāt mean you should. And that applies to a number of things you do, including but not limited to rinsing hoops, grating corned beef, drying mushrooms on radiators, and skimming donations off well meaning and unaware Patreon supporters.
Oh yeah, thatās what I meant - itās totally normal that people have different memories of certain events but it can still be quite disorientating when it happens.
What I mean for SB is that he will have that to contend with, the murky Jack ones where thereās a grain of truth but his dad/grandparents have a different overall picture, along with the flat out lies - and consequently also have to try to distinguish whether each one is a genuine different perception/memory of an event or whether her version is a total lie. Not to mention the many versions of the same story, as told by Jack, that simply cannot all be true.
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Thick as merde de cochon.
But she's right that the squig knows more than she does, even if she can't really see it.
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And then do you throw it straight into the bin, or do you photograph it first?
Oh my goodness. So many local Glasgow fraus
. I shall be loudly using my fluent Frauish in town from now on. Please approach if you hear a grunk.Didnāt she do some ASMR type YouTube vids at some point of her reading her dreadful recipes in a sexy voice? Or did she just threaten to? Or did I dream it? Sheās so out there that sometimes I have problems distinguishing stuff she actually does and stuff you hope against hope sheād never do.
This is one of my all time favourite films. Thankspaceyou
See how swingers identify each other via pineapple-themed things? We need a Tattle thingOh my goodness. So many local Glasgow fraus
don't jinx it, she'll turn up with a spicy take about the Prince Harry hacking case or something, just as we're really pushing the envelope on thread pages
Butā¦but Jack keeps her tampons in a decorative pineapple. This puts a whole new spin on the paddling pool delicious tangle of limbs storySee how swingers identify each other via pineapple-themed things? We need a Tattle thing
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Inexplicable Lime Era Jack. What a time to be alive.
Why you cry?
Jack spoil pie.
Why you sob?
It in her gob.
Why you weep?
Jack's a creep.
Why you bawl?
Jack ruin them all.
But are you forgetting dearheart she claimed that āPrinceā Harry told her how to evade phone hackers. She implied heād told her in person, then it turned out sheād read it in a magazine.
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Not so much petit cochon, more merde de cochon
Not so much petit cochon, more merde de cochon
I am NOT carrying a bowl of slop pinned to my lapel . . .See how swingers identify each other via pineapple-themed things? We need a Tattle thing
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