arbucklefattyesquire
Member
Intention: Look at me - in a rush, arms full, busy, important, relatable.
Reality: sock and sandal wearing weeble who needs validating by strangers because the empty void inside is deeper than Jim’s belly button and smells worse.
I took my kids out yesterday. I packed the car and we left. We had some time together and we came home. Now, where is my medal? Or my advert with Tesco? Isn’t this what we do now?
She clearly has no real friends, only friends of her child’s (ie their parent) who have to tolerate conversing with her as the kids play whilst being distracting by her tooth jewel, her un brushed shit breath and who probably sit there thinking ‘why can I smell musty cat food bowl with a dash of helicopter smoke?’(just to confirm, it’s her unpanted minge, sweating in the seam of her momma jeans like a folded pork joint rammed into a hippos neck crease)
If she had real friends they would hopefully take her to one side and ask why she’s acting like she’s relatable to peasants as they pass round the roast swan and truffle cobs at flamingo land.
Reality: sock and sandal wearing weeble who needs validating by strangers because the empty void inside is deeper than Jim’s belly button and smells worse.
I took my kids out yesterday. I packed the car and we left. We had some time together and we came home. Now, where is my medal? Or my advert with Tesco? Isn’t this what we do now?
She clearly has no real friends, only friends of her child’s (ie their parent) who have to tolerate conversing with her as the kids play whilst being distracting by her tooth jewel, her un brushed shit breath and who probably sit there thinking ‘why can I smell musty cat food bowl with a dash of helicopter smoke?’(just to confirm, it’s her unpanted minge, sweating in the seam of her momma jeans like a folded pork joint rammed into a hippos neck crease)
If she had real friends they would hopefully take her to one side and ask why she’s acting like she’s relatable to peasants as they pass round the roast swan and truffle cobs at flamingo land.