we didn’t really have a solid suggestion so I hope this is ok, I know “liquid gold” was a popular theme, and how can we not mention the humble (unlike perfect mammy mel) waffle.
Howareyeeeemeinternetfamily!!!
(- Not including me sister, she’s blocked/unfollowed me.
- Or me mum, because she dumped me dad and I have unresolved issues.
- Or me brother, he’s dropped off the face of the earth
- Or me parents in law, haven’t used the kitchen or seen downstairs at all this weekend because they’re home.
-Or Thomas, he dropped some liquid gold on my side of the bed - baked bean juice)
I’ve been so busy with the baby, my novel, YouTube, my poetry, my sock puppet accounts, body checking, goading on Instagram and then writing out thesis length replies to everyone who comments that I haven’t had a chance to check in on this thread!!
Spoke to my old friend Jim Corr yesterday, we’re getting together to write some clean prose about masks, and how they’re destroying society. (Not that I’m anti mask, I’m just anti bras - on my boobs and my face, unless they’re fabletics obviously)
I’ve sent him this rough draft and I’m about to go to Tesco to take some images of myself with my tits out and me bra and mask off,
I’ll obviously blame my baby when I’m called out on it,
why else would you have a kid if it’s not for the social media opportunities,
but I need to wait for Thomas’s parents to go out before I’m allowed leave the attic.
Even though you peasants didn’t appreciate my last piece of work I decided I want to share more of it going forward and it’s the perfect way to start my new thread.
Masked, unmasked;
Like a bra for my lips, you act as a prison; you keep me locked up;
My son; my sun; my breasts; my lips;
The liquid gold flows from my fingers; into my condescending as duck script; my boobs; duck all to do with my boobs but; boobs;
and my lips;
Why do you do me so wrong Michael Martin;
Why do you take my freedom like....
Like a starved child rooting for the boob;
Boob; fabletics incased boob;
Masked; #ad pretty fabletics boob mask; 2 for 1; free delivery to the uk;
But do not mask my words; my waffle crumbed lips; my love;
Son; Sun.
I know you’re all blown away, just drink it all in and get to commenting down below.
And also just to remind my fans Thomas hasn’t been down below as of yet he’s going through a mental leap at the moment so I’ll let him get through that before I get the durex out #ad
Howareyeeeemeinternetfamily!!!
(- Not including me sister, she’s blocked/unfollowed me.
- Or me mum, because she dumped me dad and I have unresolved issues.
- Or me brother, he’s dropped off the face of the earth
- Or me parents in law, haven’t used the kitchen or seen downstairs at all this weekend because they’re home.
-Or Thomas, he dropped some liquid gold on my side of the bed - baked bean juice)
I’ve been so busy with the baby, my novel, YouTube, my poetry, my sock puppet accounts, body checking, goading on Instagram and then writing out thesis length replies to everyone who comments that I haven’t had a chance to check in on this thread!!
Spoke to my old friend Jim Corr yesterday, we’re getting together to write some clean prose about masks, and how they’re destroying society. (Not that I’m anti mask, I’m just anti bras - on my boobs and my face, unless they’re fabletics obviously)
I’ve sent him this rough draft and I’m about to go to Tesco to take some images of myself with my tits out and me bra and mask off,
I’ll obviously blame my baby when I’m called out on it,
why else would you have a kid if it’s not for the social media opportunities,
but I need to wait for Thomas’s parents to go out before I’m allowed leave the attic.
Even though you peasants didn’t appreciate my last piece of work I decided I want to share more of it going forward and it’s the perfect way to start my new thread.
Masked, unmasked;
Like a bra for my lips, you act as a prison; you keep me locked up;
My son; my sun; my breasts; my lips;
The liquid gold flows from my fingers; into my condescending as duck script; my boobs; duck all to do with my boobs but; boobs;
and my lips;
Why do you do me so wrong Michael Martin;
Why do you take my freedom like....
Like a starved child rooting for the boob;
Boob; fabletics incased boob;
Masked; #ad pretty fabletics boob mask; 2 for 1; free delivery to the uk;
But do not mask my words; my waffle crumbed lips; my love;
Son; Sun.
I know you’re all blown away, just drink it all in and get to commenting down below.
And also just to remind my fans Thomas hasn’t been down below as of yet he’s going through a mental leap at the moment so I’ll let him get through that before I get the durex out #ad