Does he know what a catfish is?Oh & this one after he’d been saying Lucifer must be not guilty because she’s fit!!
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WHY CAN'T THESE MENACES HAVE DIFFERENT NAMES! duck sake.This James isn’t but I think the James who’s just joined Webslueths might be
Is that another fan euphemism?Does he know what a catfish is?
Lads is there a consensus on what one wears on a daytime coffee date? Idk and I’m stressin’
Jeans and a nice (live laugh love) top from Matalan? Paired with some hot pink kitten heels?
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Don’t post that on Websluts they’ll have an aneurysm.
In a trial's shadows deep, Lucy's fate entwined,
Allegations heavy, truths elusive to find.
Prosecution's fervor, KC BNE in the lead,
Seeking answers hidden, motives to heed.
KC BM, her own defender's plea,
A plumber named Luigi, witness for all to see.
Amidst the web of doubts, conspiracy's embrace,
Gill's voice in the distance, statistics to chase.
Out on the razz, Lucy danced, it's told,
A tale that contradicted, her narrative bold.
Amidst the 12 unreliable minds in that space,
Justice teetered on edges, a delicate embrace.
A house by the cemetery, views that mourn,
Over baby burial gardens, secrets are born.
Insecure jurors' eyes, decisions unsure,
History's whispers, in their hearts obscure.
Daily drives to and fro, a sweat-soaked route,
From the kingdom's secure hold, she'd commute.
The trial's canvas painted, in shades of doubt and pain,
Lucy Letby's tale, forever to remain.
Allegations heavy, truths elusive to find.
Prosecution's fervor, KC BNE in the lead,
Seeking answers hidden, motives to heed.
KC BM, her own defender's plea,
A plumber named Luigi, witness for all to see.
Amidst the web of doubts, conspiracy's embrace,
Gill's voice in the distance, statistics to chase.
Out on the razz, Lucy danced, it's told,
A tale that contradicted, her narrative bold.
Amidst the 12 unreliable minds in that space,
Justice teetered on edges, a delicate embrace.
A house by the cemetery, views that mourn,
Over baby burial gardens, secrets are born.
Insecure jurors' eyes, decisions unsure,
History's whispers, in their hearts obscure.
Daily drives to and fro, a sweat-soaked route,
From the kingdom's secure hold, she'd commute.
The trial's canvas painted, in shades of doubt and pain,
Lucy Letby's tale, forever to remain.
I have no Styal, but I would wear
Mom jeans/straight leg jeans, ribbed vest or white bodysuit thing and a casual blazer with white runners/trainers that just got washed in the machine.
It's a real illustration of the different forums.
WEBS - little tushy slap
TATTLERS...
sooo many options.
jeans, top, blazer or casual dress trainers or boots, top and skirt and trainers. Depends what you have in your wardrobe but day time coffee date very casual. Just make sure you feel comfortable.
good luck for your date.
I found the acting so bad! Managed until the 3rd episode and was so bored with it, reminded me of one of those crappy Harlen Coben Netflix series my hubby likes to watch
Cream slim/straight leg jeans, dressy trainers, tan belt with a cream or white top, beige/tan blazer.
That's what I'd go for anyway
I’m sorry but that is 100% the output of ChatGPTHere you go, enjoy
Putting thoughts to paper again. No matter what side of the fence you’re on, I think this applies to all of us right now.
Hark! The solemn chamber, fraught with hopeful dread,
Ye jurors, clad in black, await what lies ahead.
Reminiscent of a witch hunt, is what some do proclaim
Poor old Lucy Letby?
A scapegoat tied in blame?
Within the crowded realm, where justice casts its gaze,
A nurse stands accused, in these tumultuous days.
Whispers travel through the air, a tormentous murmur,
As all await the verdict, an outcome they prefer.
Lucy Letby, a name etched on worried minds,
In anxious hush, they hope, their doubts begin to bind.
Her deeds laid bare, a tale of life and death entwined,
Each juror ponders deeply, with open hearts and mind.
The chamber filled with tension, a somber silent plea,
For innocence or guilt, they must soon decree.
With furrowed brows and weary hearts, the jurors deliberate,
Over testimony woven, and hints of twisted fate.
Oh Lord when will we know
go go go. You need and deserve a holiday big time. Leave the links for the beach cams so we can watch out for youGang off topic! wild fires in Tenerifewe arn’t due to go until next week! It’s not near where we are, but I’m so anxious about it proper stressed. I’ve literally done duck all all day bar watch beach live cams of random people enjoying the beach of where we are gonna be and map the distance from our area
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yay!
I wonder what her season is?
Sorry I’ve just followed stylemehappy on instagram thanks to @Tofino ‘s recommendation
AI’s finest offering :
In a courtroom's somber light,
Lucy Letby's fate rests in sight.
A plumber her lone defense, unveiled,
Amid evidence and stories that have prevailed.
Whispers of speculation fill the air,
Jury deliberates with weighty wear.
Her career as a nurse on display,
Allegations cast a shadow's sway.
The media paints a complex view,
Reports of babies and lives askew.
No defense, just silence in her stance,
As evidence mounts in a delicate dance.
Lies admitted, trust eroded,
As the case's layers are decoded.
A plumber stands as her sole voice,
Leaving many questions without a choice.
Deliberations linger, time expands,
Jury's decision held in their hands.
In the end, the system's decree,
A chapter closed, what will it be?
:In a courtroom's somber light,
Lucy Letby's fate rests in sight.
A plumber her lone defense, unveiled,
Amid evidence and stories that have prevailed.
Whispers of speculation fill the air,
Jury deliberates with weighty wear.
Her career as a nurse on display,
Allegations cast a shadow's sway.
The media paints a complex view,
Reports of babies and lives askew.
No defense, just silence in her stance,
As evidence mounts in a delicate dance.
Lies admitted, trust eroded,
As the case's layers are decoded.
A plumber stands as her sole voice,
Leaving many questions without a choice.
Deliberations linger, time expands,
Jury's decision held in their hands.
In the end, the system's decree,
A chapter closed, what will it be?
A smile and just be you.
Doesn't matter what you wear as long as you're comfy.
When is it?
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AI’s finest offering
In a courtroom's somber light,
Lucy Letby's fate rests in sight.
A plumber her lone defense, unveiled,
Amid evidence and stories that have prevailed.
Whispers of speculation fill the air,
Jury deliberates with weighty wear.
Her career as a nurse on display,
Allegations cast a shadow's sway.
The media paints a complex view,
Reports of babies and lives askew.
No defense, just silence in her stance,
As evidence mounts in a delicate dance.
Lies admitted, trust eroded,
As the case's layers are decoded.
A plumber stands as her sole voice,
Leaving many questions without a choice.
Deliberations linger, time expands,
Jury's decision held in their hands.
In the end, the system's decree,
A chapter closed, what will it be?
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