But isn’t the best bed the white seats the vip ones? That are about 3k?
But isn’t the best bed the white seats the vip ones? That are about 3k?The best bed…everything has to be the best with her. Materialistic cunt.
NOW I LOVE IT EVEN MORE!!Forgot to add this to the Truffspotting poster:
Choose Lies. Choose a 10k jog. Choose an Instagram career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television in your tiny fucking living room, choose hair transplants, badly parked cars, losing your lounge for a walk in wardrobe. Choose good health, 5 to couch k, and dental insurance for your massive fucking veneers. Choose interest only mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home and fuck up the layout. Choose your friends. Choose poorly fitting leisurewear and zara mediums. Choose a three-piece suit comprising of bike shorts, a t-shirt and a blazer in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose Diddy DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing Instagram reels, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got facetune?
It’s CLEARLY not the same hat though!That is CLEARLY Kate. Why are you trying to make out it isn’t?! Weird hill to die on babe.
What the fuck are those sunglasses she’s got on! Looks like a shit version of Anastasia, ‘ I’m outta lourrrrrrve’
Shirl, her surname is make up. Shes changed it because she can and she is awesomeI work under a "fame name" (don't read too much into that, I'm not famous by any means) and would I fuck get those initials embossed on anything! If Mr. B bought me something with my work initials on rather than my REAL initials it would be getting returned immediately.
What a fucking narcissist.
Zara size mediumWhat’s ZSM?
Who the fucked rubbed a magic lamp to make the girl next to her appear???
I can vouch for that Gigi. We went a few years ago… it’s a shit hole full of those that love themselves or are so off their faces on drugs they nearly drown… personal highlight was the utter cunt that had the boat full of about 50 Veuve cliquot Bottles that was going round the pool. Fat bastard toppled the fucker and everyone dived for the champers. Was Like a primarni sale.Well I’ve never seen ocean beach before because it’s not my thing, but the way people go on it sounds like a palace…looks like a shit hole though?? Consider me disappointed
This!!!! This and this again!!!!!Girls, I'm off out for the day so you can have tonight's poster now, as a treat:
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Oh my god hahahaha I bet it stinks in thereI can vouch for that Gigi. We went a few years ago… it’s a shit hole full of those that love themselves or are so off their faces on drugs they nearly drown… personal highlight was the utter cunt that had the boat full of about 50 Veuve cliquot Bottles that was going round the pool. Fat bastard toppled the fucker and everyone dived for the champers. Was Like a primarni sale.
This is the best description of her life I’ve ever read. And I read it in Ewan McGregor’s accentForgot to add this to the Truffspotting poster:
Choose Lies. Choose a 10k jog. Choose an Instagram career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television in your tiny fucking living room, choose hair transplants, badly parked cars, losing your lounge for a walk in wardrobe. Choose good health, 5 to couch k, and dental insurance for your massive fucking veneers. Choose interest only mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home and fuck up the layout. Choose your friends. Choose poorly fitting leisurewear and zara mediums. Choose a three-piece suit comprising of bike shorts, a t-shirt and a blazer in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose Diddy DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing Instagram reels, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got facetune?
You wouldn’t want to stick a test strip in that poolOh my god hahahaha I bet it stinks in there
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