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Jack Monroe #620 Terrible
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What a glorious world, now she’s left us, ninnies.WFH today and just put some crumpets in to toast. Looked at their holes, thought of Jack, and laughed.
What a glorious world she's left us ninnies
Not sure how this was pulled together without a binder full of GDPR-flouting coroners' reports, but it could very well be the book Guest wishes she'd written: https://www.plutobooks.com/product/no-more-deaths-by-welfare/
I think it was her heart what hurted, tender makkaRead this is pass-egg and pictured the world's worst game of pass the parcel.
Anyhow, just wanted to highlight her line: in the spirit of Christmas, I read every single negative comment and my head hurts. It's peak emotional manipulation. Really disgusting how she tries to take advantage of people's empathy and make her (frankly, way too generous) supporters feel guilt for requesting basic transparency.
''Accountability? But it's Christmas!''
She always used to get a bad ouchie and cancel things on the day, for years and years (not high end celeb tit obvs) she then pivoted to just being late all the time
Remember when she never stopped tweeting about Wilko so much everyone thought she was after a collab?
% object Wilko 
…but hardly a mention of the German discounters until Old Harold took her to Lidl in his Big Car.
Oops
Sorry, I must be confused. It's my head that hurts after reading her comment. Has anyone on the thread ever had a Monroegraine? Instead of zigzag lines, the aura looks like a scary filter.
Boring special interest. 0/10 autism points. She could've picked trains or walrii.
Nah, that's Colombian's finest export doing its thing.Oops
Sorry, I must be confused. It's my head that hurts after reading her comment. Has anyone on the thread ever had a Monroegraine? Instead of zigzag lines, the aura looks like a scary filter.
I think you mean - well placed sunbeams through a curtain, dear heart.
If they've got any sense, they'll steer well clear! Most council's are a hotbed of gossip behind the scenes, so I'd've loved to have been a fly on the wall when word got round. Especially as she's local - as well as the even more insufferable Chocco. I imagine people groan out loud when they hear his name...
I wonder if she's reheating fish curry in the office kitchen?
Then again, she uses a homeopathic level of spice and the main component is probably dried prunes or something, so...
Then again, she uses a homeopathic level of spice and the main component is probably dried prunes or something, so...
Memory flash! Remember the ‘no spend year’, when she spent tit loads on unnecessary crap almost immediately after announcing it? 
Aaah, good times, lads.
Aaah, good times, lads.Pfft I can do even better than that. I'm having a 'no earn year'.Memory flash! Remember the ‘no spend year’, when she spent tit loads on unnecessary crap almost immediately after announcing it?
Ah yes. Sunbeams from the facetuned sun.
I was trying to find the pic of her sleeping (that sounds incredibly weird), but don't know where it's gone. It was the one Jack posted that apparently resembled a painting. 'Well placed sunbeams through a curtain' reminded me lol.
Instead I found this. You're welcome.
Instead I found this. You're welcome.
“I sleep like a painting, apparently“
it’s so difficult to search dear tender stat, because of the sheer volume of “bae caught me sleeping” pics. Maybe even more than the “lights off LIGHTS ON” series.
it’s so difficult to search dear tender stat, because of the sheer volume of “bae caught me sleeping” pics. Maybe even more than the “lights off LIGHTS ON” series.
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That sunbeams thru a curtain one was when Leggy had dumped her, she’d been forced back to Southend, and lied for six-plus months about her tiny impoverished suddenly-announced trans nonbinary (add all attention-seeking nonsensical rit here) grand piano-stuffed hovel being one bedroom when it was two.
Bae caught Jack doing an awful lot of rit in all the spare time she had as a full time poverty campaigner for no money at all and at great cost to herself ..
@Marmalade Atkins and others.
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Lads, look at this. I don’t understand. How on earth do I make those long stringy shapes from my rinsed hoops? 
I was thinking of the Rubens one. At this point I think 'Bae' must be Jack's sleep paralysis demon because who else would be there to record every sleep she's ever slept? Bae = Mr Tripod?
I had to laugh at ''rolling around in a scorching beam of light''. That's meant to sound blissful? The word scorching doesn't exactly scream comfort.