What’s she like with a stale baguette?My mum has just come home and said to me “You’ve not done much today” whilst looking me up and down.
Yes I have Rach, I’ve had a shower and washed my hair, tried some xmas party outfits on and wrote a lovely fic whilst staring at the GQ photos all afternoon, so get fucked.
Can we put her in the bin? Is there any room?