Sporting her trademark 1930s fascist haircut, Jack ascends the podium to address her loyal and adoring wedding guests. “Are there any Tattlers here planning to report back? Lock the doors! No one leaves, fam! Oi oi, Mosley!”
She’ll be hoping people THINK she delivered it.I just want the VIdal Baboon Index like she promised.
You all know she would stand on a podium and warble something cringey and romantic ( just think madonna in evita) and she would declare not a dry eye in the house afterwards from the powerful emotion everyone was feeling at not only her catterwailing but the the fact, that she the wer unwanted street urchin, finally found her happy ending. Meanwhile two drunk guests are openly bleeping on the back table.Sporting her trademark 1930s fascist haircut, Jack ascends the podium to address her loyal and adoring wedding guests. “Are there any Tattlers here planning to report back? Lock the doors! No one leaves, fam! Oi oi, Mosley!”
I could NEVER post a photo like that.I just posted a photo on my Facebook of my dog next to some bluebells, but I'm not Jack
Self portrait with sprouts?
These images literally gave me a migraine. 30 minutes of zigzag patterns was still easier to look at than that gross beetroot (?) green oozing...thing.multiple costume changes
a tit wonky self-baked cake
Jack martyring herself and deciding to do all the catering, meaning the menu would all be cold slop.with four delicious tiersView attachment 2873406View attachment 2873405View attachment 2873403View attachment 2873402
That weird looking thing with pools of 'blood' for the vegans is horrifying.multiple costume changes
a tit wonky self-baked cake
Jack martyring herself and deciding to do all the catering, meaning the menu would all be cold slop.with four delicious tiersView attachment 2873406View attachment 2873405View attachment 2873403View attachment 2873402
How would Big Chocco get his MBE in to the wedding speech - I told Jack, when I got my MBE (pause for applause) that she could have her wedding at St Paul's Cathedral (chuckle, pause for laughter) but here we are at Southend Registry Office (pause for more laughter) etc etc.We joke about her many fiancées and yet never making it up the aisle, because imagining a Jack wedding is
- the buildup
- Jack actually would turn up, likely on time too. No last minute lie-ins, PTSD door knocker hiding, no Jaccident. She’d be there staking a legal claim on whichever poor sap has agreed to marry her.
- telling the photographer how to do their job
- hiring SB’s dad as photographer
- actually turning up in a boring-ass classic white wedding dress but wearing DM’s (edgy!)
- banning alcohol (did you know she’s in recovery?)
- Big Chocco’s speech being neither short nor hilarious
Jesus Christ. I live in the Midlands and how Peaky Blinders is still a thing I’ll never know. I watched about 20 minutes of the first episode and that was it. The Pig in Pipkins had a better Brummie accent.Got the catering sorted for the wedding, lads.
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I am deceasedI could NEVER post a photo like that.
My dogs would be outside those meatballs in less than a heartbeat
Self portrait with sprouts?
Oh piss off you plastic.
Beautifully expressed.bleep.