Ahhhhh, the recap! Bollocks to my massive pile of work.
We had barely come to terms with the impact of Gummy’s departure on the overshare potential of the group, when various Poopsies really stepped up to the plate to deliver on that front. Authenticity and honesty are important in all human interactions, but when it comes to telling 60,000 women and assorted perves under your own name and photo that you struggle to contain the munificence of your gloriously abundant labia, then perhaps honesty isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Another Poopsie live updated from the hospital about her husband’s finger amputation (wtf??). Another provided a trigger warning thusly: “Trigger warning: Dentist. I’m going to the dentist today”, which is more of an undershare I suppose.
Another Poopsie posted enough detail about her adolescent daughters breasts and bra requirements to provide tank fodder for a month for those and such as those.
Mr Krabs, Chat GPT and my own morning meanderings through Dante’s inferno brought us a picture of such depravity and horror that it ought to fall foul of the Online Safety Act. Chat GPT also really delivered on the thread title illustration - your mum, at a Ghost gig, in her Popsy, LOL!! And also on Diana’s real Revenge Dress (with dinosaurs).
All of the ”most eye-ball gougingly horrific outfit“ awards for this thread go to the new sandal range. Its hard to know where to start as I can feel my gorge rising. They were vanity sized to a laughable degree, which deterred many Poopsies not at all. They proudly displayed their knobbled, dirty, splay toed, toe nail-less feet in the ghastly mismatched iridescent canoes with great pride. Straps gave cankles to everyone, whether they had cankles or not. It knocks the previous shoddy boot range into a cocked hat (do NOT get ideas Sandra). The swimsuit range was also everything that we‘d hoped for - ghastly, badly made monstrosities that really gave saggy boobs the chance to shine.
Makeup trends in Poopsie land are also having a moment, with “Whitney Nails for Jason Manford” taking the top prize. She can use it to buy some knuckles, as apparently, she doesn’t have any. (Knuckles pictured). “Hmmmm - I see knuckles” was a great thread title contender.
One Poopsie had her in-laws round for lunch and made them go into her wardrobe and select a dress to wear for the afternoon tea she served them. Now, I have had as many run ins with my in-laws as the next woman, but I’ve never hated them enough to ritually humiliate them in polyester before I let them eat scones. Maybe if she loathes them this much, a Mumsnet style No-Contact might be healthier.
As the regrettable fad for turning yourself into a boxed doll swept the internet, it caught up many Poopsies in its wake. They proudly displayed their AI mini-mes, but a not insignificant number of them wailed “Why has it made me look so frumpy”? A glimmer of realisation? NO! The cult cracked down on that. Buy more Popsies, love, make the bad feelings stop, shhhhhhh.
In the “Will it make Hello?” Files, we had more than one wedding at which a loyal acolyte planned to shame her future daughter in law and baffle the guests by wearing a polyester sack with dinosaurs on it. Really. She referred to it as “Mother of the Bride Day”. Get that therapist on speed dial! Another planned to wear shoes that your Nan wouldn’t put the bins out in.
Dear Dreary turns out to have an actual job that isn’t going to the post office and….zzzzzz……zzzzzz…….OH! Sorry. I dozed off there. Take care. Have a great day.
Well, I must dash. Like SIBWM Nik, I have to go and pack a bag now. No, I’m not going anywhere, why do you ask?