For how much aggro she causes him he still knows he’s massively punching, especially now he’s getting fat. So he has to do all this soppy childlike tit to keep her happyHe actually stuck plastic straws on the mirror that said ‘love u’ hahahahahahhahahahahahaha I’m done. We’ve had it carved into ice cream, spelt out in tea lights and now bleeping plastic straws on a mirror. What even is that?!
The Hinch army will be frothing seeing that, sending ‘husband goals’ DMs, but I’d actually rather cram razor blades up my fanny than shag Jamie.