Highlights from the last thread…
We discussed the over abundance of very poorly poopsies (hence the amazing thread title!) and explanations ranged from the charitable (the dresses are easy to wear for those with chronic illnesses, there are overlaps among oversharing tendencies and neurodiversity, and co morbidities of certain illnesses with same) to the less charitable (attention seeking can be pursued through wearing toddler clothes with dinosaurs on, and fabricating illnesses equally). Tattlers found both arguments persuasive.
Cardi J and SIBWMN had a set-to, where Nik passively aggressively mailed a dress to Cardi J that she’d attempted to bag in a FB stock sell off. As she doesn’t have any money, Cardi denied actually wanting the dress, which she hadn’t paid for, and we speculated over the robustness of the data policies that meant Nik has access to Cardi’s address from previous interactions…the prospect of Nik demanding money with menaces hovered between being entertaining and terrifying. Opinion was divided about whether this or her innovative styling of pink espadrilles with black opaque tights was more distressing.
The disappearance of Timberly concerned the Poopsies not at all, and it was left to tattlers to have the odd mither over his absence, which must sting
Manielle made another appearance that had nothing whatsoever to do with popsy dresses, and shared photos of him flailing in a puddle dressed in a mermaid tail. The poopsies cooed over his bravery, while tattlers mithered over the male pattern baldness and the general relevance of it all.
Poopsy HQ may have been attempting to manipulate their Trustpilot scores by offering
bribes rewards for good reviews, which would have gone better had they not also asked a bunch of people who’d been banned from F&F for joining a rival Facebook group, some of whom were happy to update the ICO on Poopsy‘s data retention practices (See also above with SIBWM Nik)
Queen Vlad graced us with a photo that sadly was a bit of a jump scare. Tattlers thanked her and urged her to pick a better angle, rediscover the mad filters and/or bring back the toddler sized bunny and delightful sheep.
Peter entered the chat, posting photos of himself staring severely down the barrel of the lens looking like your fourth form maths teacher dressed in his wife’s offcasts. Poopsies assured him he looked “fabulous”
Gummy overshared (shocking I know) about her husbands “man problems” and the less said about that the better.
Coats were released into the wild, some of them had dinosaurs on them and the fashion gods wept.
Then there was something else about some influencers and air fryers that I didn’t understand
Nazi count: zero, which is an improvement from the last thread, at least.
