Mrs Hinch #603 Hiding her AD amongst all the grey, Hinch clearly has friends at the ASA
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Monday dawned dark and misty, with Chicken Strip wishing us all a good morning from his stinky sofa.
Sopha lobbed a handful of raisins on the floor tooff the dog lure in the alpacas. She laughed like a simpleton at their ugly faces and went about her day.
She had a bunch of contractual obligations to action, seeing as it was Cyber Monday.
But all she really needed to do was to upload the other half of Fridays pre-recorded spiel.
She talked her faithful followers through a bunch of products that she couldn't actually describe as they were a promo pack and not things she's chosen herself. She doesn't know anyone who doesn't use Bobbi Brown cream, which narrows her social circle down to single figures.
Continuing her theme of deceit, she chose not to put the prices on the products so a swipe up was necessary. Why is this still okay?
Up next was an undeclared ad for her #admyownrange Teshco shite. Sophie Rose, just because you share some huns reel, doesn't mean you don't need to declare it as an advert. Hopefully, Guy at the ASA has you in his crosshairs.
Ron was due back from nursery so, rather than arrange foodstuffs for him to make his own reindeer biscuit, perpetual child Sophie did it for him.
She doesn't like to talk about it much, but her boys just don't sleep guysh. On she popped at 10pm to tell us about how Len was up watching The Grinch (the film, not his mummaz you mean trolls!) looking absolutely exhausted.
On Tuesday she shtyled yet another of Al's random wood tables. Someone get that man a "1001 things to make with scrap wood" book for Christmas please. I don't think my nerves will take another splinter stand.
The Grinchmas reveal was imminent as she fannied about with the playroom tree. She just had to edit the reel and it would be time to upload the latest in over the top door displays.
And there it was, in all it's droopy glory. Noooo, I've not been on Janine's OnlyFans...I'm talking about the door display!
Poopybelles have pulled it out of the bag again, not that we'd know it was them. Spiteful Soph was out in force, we can only speculate that she had to pay full price so chose to not advertise their business. Either that or Deceitful Dolphin was at play and wanted to pretend that she did it herself.
Lots of sheep insisted it was like the house from Home Alone. I assume those sheep have poor vision and watched that film with audio descriptions turned on, as it looks duck all like it.
Finally, she'd had herself a Christmas sherry or two and sat spitting at her phone while Jimmy watched the footie.
She moved her day off to Wednesday this week, as Thursday was prime content day.
Cries of "ACTION!" were heard across Maldon as Ron and Lon were shoved into shot to film the annual damp squib that is Sophie's attempt at Elf on the Shelf.
This year the elf kicked off December asking the boys to decorate their tree. It was a heartwarming scene watching those lovely boys choosing baubles and throwing tinsel across the tree.
Not for Soph. Nope, Essex's biggest control freak couldn't take it and completely re-arranged the tree, posting a picture of the tree with baubles and tinsel in completely different locations.
Apparently Christmas isn't for kids.
Boys shipped off elsewhere for the day, Soph and Jim took themselves off out to be noticed by the local residents. Sat in an empty pub at lunchtime, ignoring each other while Jimmy filmed Soph staring at a cleaning bottle hoping someone asked her if she was THE Mrs Hinch™
Back home to The Crem and in a bit of an expectations Vs reality situation, there was a heavily staged "behind the reel" video of her butchering a candle, coupled with the soundtrack of FredaYahoo babysitting.
Finally, she hasn't read Tattle since Santa wore green, but felt the urge to establish that they just chucked decorations at the tree this morning. Though I think when she said "we" she was referring to her faces, and not the boys. And in her desperation to remain relatable to the plebs, she reiterated that everything on the tree was from Home Bargains. All £300 of it.
Sophie Rose of Maldon loves a bit of bumbuminnit cream.
Jimmy is re-evaluating his life choices.
Mad Ma is cooking the Christmas dinner this year.
Link back to 600 is here:
Excellent title, thank you @ninocola
Make sure to mark titles with "thread suggestion", keep them short and free from swearing please!
Monday dawned dark and misty, with Chicken Strip wishing us all a good morning from his stinky sofa.
Sopha lobbed a handful of raisins on the floor to
She had a bunch of contractual obligations to action, seeing as it was Cyber Monday.
But all she really needed to do was to upload the other half of Fridays pre-recorded spiel.
She talked her faithful followers through a bunch of products that she couldn't actually describe as they were a promo pack and not things she's chosen herself. She doesn't know anyone who doesn't use Bobbi Brown cream, which narrows her social circle down to single figures.
Continuing her theme of deceit, she chose not to put the prices on the products so a swipe up was necessary. Why is this still okay?
Up next was an undeclared ad for her #admyownrange Teshco shite. Sophie Rose, just because you share some huns reel, doesn't mean you don't need to declare it as an advert. Hopefully, Guy at the ASA has you in his crosshairs.
Ron was due back from nursery so, rather than arrange foodstuffs for him to make his own reindeer biscuit, perpetual child Sophie did it for him.
She doesn't like to talk about it much, but her boys just don't sleep guysh. On she popped at 10pm to tell us about how Len was up watching The Grinch (the film, not his mummaz you mean trolls!) looking absolutely exhausted.
On Tuesday she shtyled yet another of Al's random wood tables. Someone get that man a "1001 things to make with scrap wood" book for Christmas please. I don't think my nerves will take another splinter stand.
The Grinchmas reveal was imminent as she fannied about with the playroom tree. She just had to edit the reel and it would be time to upload the latest in over the top door displays.
And there it was, in all it's droopy glory. Noooo, I've not been on Janine's OnlyFans...I'm talking about the door display!
Poopybelles have pulled it out of the bag again, not that we'd know it was them. Spiteful Soph was out in force, we can only speculate that she had to pay full price so chose to not advertise their business. Either that or Deceitful Dolphin was at play and wanted to pretend that she did it herself.
Lots of sheep insisted it was like the house from Home Alone. I assume those sheep have poor vision and watched that film with audio descriptions turned on, as it looks duck all like it.
Finally, she'd had herself a Christmas sherry or two and sat spitting at her phone while Jimmy watched the footie.
She moved her day off to Wednesday this week, as Thursday was prime content day.
Cries of "ACTION!" were heard across Maldon as Ron and Lon were shoved into shot to film the annual damp squib that is Sophie's attempt at Elf on the Shelf.
This year the elf kicked off December asking the boys to decorate their tree. It was a heartwarming scene watching those lovely boys choosing baubles and throwing tinsel across the tree.
Not for Soph. Nope, Essex's biggest control freak couldn't take it and completely re-arranged the tree, posting a picture of the tree with baubles and tinsel in completely different locations.
Apparently Christmas isn't for kids.
Boys shipped off elsewhere for the day, Soph and Jim took themselves off out to be noticed by the local residents. Sat in an empty pub at lunchtime, ignoring each other while Jimmy filmed Soph staring at a cleaning bottle hoping someone asked her if she was THE Mrs Hinch™
Back home to The Crem and in a bit of an expectations Vs reality situation, there was a heavily staged "behind the reel" video of her butchering a candle, coupled with the soundtrack of FredaYahoo babysitting.
Finally, she hasn't read Tattle since Santa wore green, but felt the urge to establish that they just chucked decorations at the tree this morning. Though I think when she said "we" she was referring to her faces, and not the boys. And in her desperation to remain relatable to the plebs, she reiterated that everything on the tree was from Home Bargains. All £300 of it.
Sophie Rose of Maldon loves a bit of bumbuminnit cream.
Jimmy is re-evaluating his life choices.
Mad Ma is cooking the Christmas dinner this year.
Link back to 600 is here:
Mrs Hinch #600 Filters, face tunes and photoshop galore, who even is Mrs Hinch anymore?
Blesser'arrt, anxious Sophie as her true self, sticking up the V sign (hidden behind the Gretal filter), another vintage post from thread #225.
tattle.life
for fucks sake man. Yes it looks a mess, but it’s a Hun mess. Not a three year old and one year old “mess”.