I need to know how you know what your boobs weigh! I feel the need to weigh mine now
Would you like Ben or Jerry? I'll let you chooseAnyone wanna donate any titty to my little A cup pancakes hit me up
Yeah right I was a C cup before pregnancy but now I’m an a, doesn’t seem fairAnyone wanna donate any titty to my little A cup pancakes hit me up
I wear A cups for fun, I don't even fill them outAnyone wanna donate any titty to my little A cup pancakes hit me up
the good news is that you could go all Busty Heart on annoying customers (or MILs)?Here you find me on the floor having finally measured for a new bra since pregnancy (keep flashing folk which would be OK if it was purposeful and desired, but a massive floppy tit to the face unwarranted doesn't really fly in my line of work) only to discover I've gone up 5 fucking cup sizes and my tits weigh a collective 11lb/5kg. Fuck my life. Why can't I be one of those cute girls with dainty, aesthetic tits that suit pretty bralettes instead of a fat flobber who could knock an MMA fighter out with a swift turn in the wrong direction!?
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Tits to the MILs face, now that would be a wild Friday nightthe good news is that you could go all Busty Heart on annoying customers (or MILs)?
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Where is Rachel, where is Rachel.I’ve had Ms Rachel on loop all day. Save me
How many times I’ve listened to BINGO and sleeping fucking bunnies. I’ve somehow clicked on the hour long song ones. I hate Mr B for leavingWhere is Rachel, where is Rachel.
Here I am
gurrrrrrd job
My house is a mess, I haven’t put the washing out/emptied/refilled the dishwasher and I’m not planning on doing anything because there’s no KW around to moan at me for not doing itWe’ve been trying to sort out our kitchen tonight, cleaning and unpacking boxes of plates and cutlery and trays. Baby G was loving life emptying stuff all over the floor until she got too tired so Mr G has taken her up to bed.
There’s so much still to do. Have I carried on? No, I’ve poured myself a glass of wine and am now sitting amongst the mess on my phonelike a knobwaffle would
It’s Friday, it’s allowedMy house is a mess, I haven’t put the washing out/emptied/refilled the dishwasher and I’m not planning on doing anything because there’s no KW around to moan at me for not doing it
Sometimes I stay holding the baby for a good 5 minutes after I could put him down because I can look at my phone or read my Kindle in peace while my husband tidies the kitchen.We’ve been trying to sort out our kitchen tonight, cleaning and unpacking boxes of plates and cutlery and trays. Baby G was loving life emptying stuff all over the floor until she got too tired so Mr G has taken her up to bed.
There’s so much still to do. Have I carried on? No, I’ve poured myself a glass of wine and am now sitting amongst the mess on my phonelike a knobwaffle would
Can it be allowed on Saturdays tooIt’s Friday, it’s allowed
I have soo much washing, where does it all come from?? If it’s not dirty in the washing box it’s clean in piles waiting to be put away. Bane of my life
I read salad cream on pizzas and thought that’s not too bad… but why in a sandwich?!I know we discuss weird food combos here.
My partner has just got a pack of the party food pizzas... Cooked them... Put salad cream on them. And put them in a sandwich
I’ve had Ms Rachel on loop all day. Save me
The one thing I admire about MrBore is his dedication to eating whatever the fuck he likes, just because he’s an adult and he can. A pack of party food pizzasI know we discuss weird food combos here.
My partner has just got a pack of the party food pizzas... Cooked them... Put salad cream on them. And put them in a sandwich
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