Pollyanna263
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Scrambled eggs and toofy pegs - there’s a thread titleAt least it wasn't toofy pegs
Scrambled eggs and toofy pegs - there’s a thread titleAt least it wasn't toofy pegs
She’s a right bitch. Samantha isn’t much better. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree where the girls are concerned. Fiddle is the exact reason why Soph is like she is. Fiddle is more than happy to ride the gravy train too so pushes her more and more. Sad really because Weeping Al doesn’t seem like he’s like that at all but I’d bet my house he’s shit scared of Fiddle and does as she says.Freda Fiddles has got much to answer for. Her daughter still thinks she's a child herself with a spoilt self centrered persona & is a compulsive liar.
From some of those comments I've read written by her Mum, she really doesn't sound like a "lovely mummaz" at all - quite hard faced and rough - looks like she's chewed on a wasp!
just been catching up, maybe I shouldn’t have said ‘merchandise’ Sofa was keeping her head down and not looking anyone in the eye, she was looking at items for sale and it looked to me like if she wanted to know anything about said items she spoke to Fiddle and then she took over and asked, it seemed very odd! Almost like Fiddle was her ‘carer’! I felt quite sorry for Sofa she seemed very nervous, I don’t think anyone else recognised her, I said to my friend that’s Mrs Hinch and she just said Mrs Who???@bob’syouruncle please can you come back with more tea about the garden centre, before I end up writing a whole new life story for Fanny
Interesting tattler name, bobs your uncle....fanny's your aunt@bob’syouruncle please can you come back with more tea about the garden centre, before I end up writing a whole new life story for Fanny
There once was an uncle named Bob,
Who at the garden centre saw a slob.
The slob’s name was Sopha,
Her mum was her gopher,
And neither of them had a job.
Sophie likes cooking with eggs.
The boys wished they could go to Greggs.
Mushrooms she did blend,
Tastebuds to offend,
While she eats Ron’s toothy pegs.
Clariceeeee…Hannibal Hinch!
There once was an uncle named Bob,
Who at the garden centre saw a slob.
The slob’s name was Sopha,
Her mum was her gopher,
And neither of them had a job.