I demand more coffee flavoured sweets, not less. Or chocolate but either way, I'd be bereft by that more than another guest weaseling episode.
Jack Monroe #574 She's definitely lying about something
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So Rish mate is about to be ousted and not a single word from our political freedom fighter. He refused to fund her during lockdown.. she was boiling soap ffs! Wont someone please think of the guests of the world. They have needs!!!
Eyeball a vodka shot. Hurts like fuckery but hits those mucous membranes faster than you can say J1g
What? She wanted to take the bleeping mace on a bus?
She. Cant. Do. Roundabouts.
I know people and can organise a cement mixing lorry of Smash that could give us a supply sufficient to last the 6 weeks campaign. We could splat ALL of Soho House
This is the kind of positive thinking I’m here for
You can’t quite see the tub of coronation chicken from this angle, disappointingly
Can I have your coffee and orange creams please?
Jack Monroe #475 If you have Eamonn Holmes, place him on top of the chicken for added flavor
I can’t help but think that those ‘wealth calculators’ would probably be right if J hadn’t spent it all up her nose ( allegedly - don’t sue me) and on her top tier shopping habit .
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Malingering, swinging the lead, idle, self absorbed madam.
I'm surprised she doesn't carry smelling salts for when the exhaustion brings on a fit of the vapours.
Sling some cash her way and she's grabbing the Offical South End Mace and taking round abouts in one leap.
Utter wagon.
She's really got to me of late with all this disability carry on. She can have no idea what it's really like to have choice taken away. To genuinely have to like it or lump it. Not just duck about with your hand in a funny position then decide you can actually weight lift elderly monarchs.
I'm new to her activities and some are for darker than this but it's the part that gives me the hole so bad with her. When I feel a bit of pity for her and her cringe levels, I just remind myself of that pic of her hand and I continue mixing those tubs of Economy Smash in a big bucket and whistle a happy tune. Cos I'm still correct, she's a dick. I can feel sorry for her bit it doesn't ever change he what she's done.
I'm surprised she doesn't carry smelling salts for when the exhaustion brings on a fit of the vapours.
Sling some cash her way and she's grabbing the Offical South End Mace and taking round abouts in one leap.
Utter wagon.
She's really got to me of late with all this disability carry on. She can have no idea what it's really like to have choice taken away. To genuinely have to like it or lump it. Not just duck about with your hand in a funny position then decide you can actually weight lift elderly monarchs.
I'm new to her activities and some are for darker than this but it's the part that gives me the hole so bad with her. When I feel a bit of pity for her and her cringe levels, I just remind myself of that pic of her hand and I continue mixing those tubs of Economy Smash in a big bucket and whistle a happy tune. Cos I'm still correct, she's a dick. I can feel sorry for her bit it doesn't ever change he what she's done.
GOODNIGHT!
(x 344 for the next five hours)
EXTREMELY EXHAUSTED.
And she thought she was a writer 
That was comedy gold. Jack claimed she spoiled her ballot paper then scampered off to her favourist place ever, The Groucho club, because. No doubt, probably expecting a rapturous welcome from all the blue tickers, and fondly imagining a tangle of limbs and raucous laughter.
However, an article in the Spectator,(?)finds her sitting ignored in a corner mumbling about Redcar (so that bit was true)
I think it was shortly after this ignominious outing, Jack started going on about the posh meanies who took the piss out of her at dinner parties because working class. Up until the I think she thought they liked and admired her not just tolerated her because of Leggy.
This should be reposted annually.
The Spectator Grassed On her during her peak political activist moment deep in the arms of the twatterati?
Wow.
Just perfect
Wow.
Just perfect
Jaaaaa-aaaaack! Question! 
Is having exhausted mania on the inside
Better, worse or the same as perpetual catatonic reprise-ing?
And do either of them have anything to do with Shakin’ Stevens here?
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Is having exhausted mania on the inside
Better, worse or the same as perpetual catatonic reprise-ing?
And do either of them have anything to do with Shakin’ Stevens here?
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