New thread title thanks to @Eyes Wide Open Now , I edited the swear but it's so seamless you'll never guess what it was 
sending you some cargo trousers two sizes too small, with a lush quilted house coat to wear over the top 
Last thread recap:
- Ratchet continues to be a ginormous bleep
- she doesn't work either full or part time, and can't be arsed to parent her kids and step kids.
- Joshua Marshall was dismissed without notice from Devon and Cornwall Police for improperly accessing the police database, and using a false identity to contact members of the public.
- Seb's birthday dawned, with NotaPC Noballs giving him the most awkward hug ever. Gangster Granny came round for breakfast, which probably explains why there was cutlery and drinks on the table for a change. Sloshy cooked the breakfast with no top on (wasn't Rambo just complaining about how much their energy bills were?). Of course there was a birthday reel, talking about "our babies" HE'S NOT YOUR SON RAYCHALLLLEEEEEEE. Bratsy was straight in the comments, saying she gives it 4 months before his car is written off, snarky little witch. Then her snarky witch mother brought attention to it by sharing the comment on her story
yet again encouraging the kids to bully each other, with no repercussions.
- Silky Steve took Seb out for his first attempt at driving, but Seb couldn't get to grips with clutch control because he didn't want to crease his new trainers.
- Ratface showed what she'd written in Seb's card, signing it off with "Mum and Dad". You're not his mum, he doesn't call you Mum or refer to you as his mum, even Slosh never refers to you as his mum, STOP TRYING TO PRETEND YOU'RE HIS MUM YOU PIECE OF DOGSHIT.
- then it was off out for lunch with Seb, his mate, Wilbert, and (bizarrely) Arsetrid's Simon. Does he have no other mates? Does Seb even know him? On the way, non verbal Wilberforce, who just doesn't understand anything, was reciting the alphabet and listing animals that start with each letter.
- Later she showed off a load of tit that her mate at Chubby Chicken/Porky Penguin had sent her, she even remembered to mark it as "PR products", well done for doing your job properly for once! It included a deck of "date night" cards, which Rambo had printed out the instructions for a couple of. Weirdly, she'd included the cocktail one, which makes absolutely no sense seeing as she never drinks and hates the taste of alcohol
another card suggested you "recreate your first date", well I'm sure it won't be hard for #couplegoals to sneak off for a secret bunk up in a bush somewhere 
- yet more group chat drama, this time it's the Torbay Tart moaning about people having trailed mud on HER new carpet. First off babe, it's ugly as duck, so whoever trampled mud over it was doing you a favour. Secondly, if you or your limp fucked husband had any kind of respect for your belongings, then you might have raised your feral brood of kids to do the same. As it is, you treat everyone and everything with disdain, so your children do the same. It's not rocket science.
- 8:24 on a school day for the busy mum, and is she preparing packed lunches, yelling about lost PE kit and doing the school run like most mums would be? Of course not, she's in her hobbit loft bedroom (that isn't a bedroom) fiddling with her greasy hair and talking to her pretend mates online. She's SO BUSY, she has so much going on, with the centre, the tacky tracksuits, maintaining multiple Instagram accounts, a grifter's work is never done! When looking through her camera roll for old photos of Seb she wished they were babies again (even though she never knew Seb and Isaac as babies
). Apparently Bratsy was driving other people's land rovers around before she turned 17 and got her license, so she already knew how to drive. This was a surprise to "My kids tell me everything". While talking about Seb's birthday, she again called herself his mum she then went on to say that for about 18 months she has dreaded taking Wobble out in case he "melts down", but he's getting a lot better recently and she's starting to enjoy it. notaPC Prick took him for his NHS autism assessment last week (Rabies couldn't go because she was far too busy recording her audiobook). She went on a massive ramble about Wibbly's eating, and how he can't cope with different textures etc. She made reference to "eating my own clitoris" WTF?
- meanwhile, on PatreCON, she showed him having some Diet Coke and said she wouldn't share it on PTWM because "they all lose their minds over him having 2 small glasses a week". Rightly bleeping so! Who gives their 3 year old fizzy drinks on a regular basis?! She also showed his "snack drawer" in the fridge, which he just helps himself to all day long. Maybe if you knocked off unrestricted access to snacks full of sugar, salt and saturated fat, he might be more willing to eat something that isn't a McDonald's at tea time?
- Off to B&Q with PA Jo and Lapdog Leonard, with Ratshit looking like she'd been styled by Stevie Wonder. White socks pulled up over her leggings, shoes that look like slippers, a sleeping bag coat, all finished off with the personalised scarf.
- Ruffle asked the huns to tell her something good, and she'll share some later. No doubt PA Jo was all over it with fake accounts. In usual Narcissist Nina style, every reply she made to everyone was about herself. Of course she posted every one that mentioned having an autistic child.
- on to a photoshoot for REBL (without a clue), with Sloshy behind the camera. Ramble even managed to mark it as an ad, have the ASA been on to you babe?
- meanwhile, on Facebook, Betsy and Lula's dad posted a status saying "When your EX can't stop talking tit about you 15 years later and she never even crosses your mind! Move on witch". Tattlers can't wait for his reaction when the book come out!
- what a surprise, silly little Rambo has messed up again, thinking Edie's school would be closed due to teacher strikes, but it isn't. Whoopsie! How do these things keep happening to poor old Raffleticket (with the turned in toes)? Instead of taking Edie to school like a normal person would, she took her along to do some pottery (with Jen and Jo of course, Racket can't possibly be expected to parent one of her kids single handedly). Jo was taking super important phone calls with YTS Alan while she painted a giraffe (for Wilby, obviously, because it's not like she has her own child she could be making something for). Meanwhile, Lula and Isaac's school was closed, but there was no fun activities planned for them, instead it was roaming the streets and vaping, as usual. Edie was treated to lunch out, and apparently they "giggled all day", but given the fake laughing in the video that accompanied this claim, I'm not so sure.
- A pretend shout out from Torbay children's services asking for a washing machine that's urgently needed - isn't that what PayPal/PatreCON/shop funds are all for Raq? Surely you shouldn't need to ask your followers to find things every single time
- on PatreCON, Rumblestrip said that Bratsy is going travelling at the end of the month, she's booked a ticket to Thailand on her own. She's got about £4k in savings (£2k from 3 months at minimum wage retail jobs in Liverpool, the rest from a savings fund that Raq and Waynbo started when they were going through court. Apparently when she rang to sort out accessing the money, she was told that her dad had tried to get the money out 3 times. Because obviously they would tell someone that, wouldn't they).
- Whining Wendy was moaning about getting £600 of parking fines when they went to Liverpool, which of course is everyone's fault except hers (because despite the car park being covered in signs saying you need a permit, the man she rented the Airbnb from told her he owned it so she didn't need one).
- Mrs Hinch went on Lorraine (hours in hair and make up for her less than 5 minutes on telly), and Rambo was "honoured and emosh" that old Grinchy was wearing her turkey tracksuit to get her slap done in. Imagine wetting your knickers because someone you gave a freebie to is actually using it
- New Look have now engaged Ratchet to advertise their cargo trousers, unfortunately there appears to have been a bit of a mix up and they sent the wrong size. But not to worry, ever the professional she carried on and made a reel showing "different ways to style them" even though she could have done with a size up. No wonder she's constantly got thrush when she's wearing her trousers so tight you can see her labia. Anyway, the "different styles" turned out to mostly be the same outfit with different coats and cardigans on.
- another round of updates from the hobbit sex loft, with a time stamp of 08:34. Yet another day of getting someone else to drop the kids off while she rambles to her phone for strangers. Bratsy's off travelling, with Rumplestiltskin helpfully telling us exactly when she's flying. Rectum's jealous, because she can't even drive to Torquay without a bottle of Rescue Remedy (#ad).
- later Runty shared a post saying she doesn't care what her children grow up to be, as long as they don't leave mean comments on social media. Well you've failed there then hun, seeing as just the other day your golden child Betsy was awful on Seb's birthday post (saying she gives it 4 months before his car is written off or stolen).
- Bestselling Author Brenda posted a "countdown to a big announcement", getting all the huns frothing at the gash that she's knocked up. It turned out that she's signing some copies of her tit book to buy. That's it. And then, the signed copies sold out in two hours, but it's ok huns, because she can just sign some more!
- The gruesome twosome went out with Wilbert (and someone else with a little boy, because they can't take him out alone). I have no idea what it was, but there were models of dinosaurs, and Sloshy lifted up Wilberforce to touch one, despite W clearly not wanting to - almost as if he was trying to goad him into a meltdown for the camera. There was also a Halloween themed room, with models of zombies, skeletons, a werewolf etc, little non-verbal Wilbert was telling Sloshy it was "dangerous". But he understands nothing
- Saturday night brought another pissed/coked up round of ranting about trolls with a bit of doxing thrown in. Rumbaba thought she'd identified someone who's trolled Mrs Hinch (she hadn't, because the person had posted on Tattle that she doesn't like Mrs H any more because her content has changed, which is NOT TROLLING). Anyway, Racquetball shared this person's profile, including the school she allegedly works for as a teacher, and said she'll be contacting the head on Monday. Good luck with that hun, what will you say? "Miss X said she doesn't like my pretend friend on the internet"? Rambo even said "I'm coming for you", now if that's not a clear threat of harassment I don't know what is
- on Sunday, Fashion Victim Freda decided to dress like she was off welding, including safety goggles, to go for a walk and lunch out with Norman Noballs and Wibble (plus 854256 animal toys).
- Bratsy facetimes Wobble every day, but he always cries when she has to go. Maybe tell her not to do it? This was followed with a reel on the grid, with a long wanky caption all about how they are all such great siblings (with a quick mention of when Rawhide's mum abandoned her in a patch of stinging nettles when she was 4 without so much as a pair of expensive trainers). So basically Bratsy is parenting all the other kids from afar while the actual parents are loving each other the hardest up in the sex loft. Not really a normal sibling relationship, when one has to sort out all the other's problems, and feels the need to sit on facetime while they're all just watching TV or hanging out around the house.
- Lula's having a sleepover with a couple of mates out in the shed, on a school night.
Running total of overnight breaks away since Joyce started his career break on 15 June:
Night at Herpes Lodge (midweek)
Night in Exeter (Saturday)
Night in London (midweek)
July:
Joyce's birthday - one night at Boringdon Hall (midweek), then two nights (Friday and Saturday) in a lodge in Cornwall with Arsetrid and Simon.
October:
Herpes Lodge (weekend), night in London (mid week in half term), Friday night in Southampton
November - 2 nights in London (Sunday and Monday)
December - 5 nights in Jubai
January - 1 night in London (Miss Greedy's book launch)
If you are new, please read the wiki (pink button at the top) and if you are in need of support or advice in relation to domestic abuse, there are some links and helplines listed at the bottom of the wiki page
sending you some cargo trousers two sizes too small, with a lush quilted house coat to wear over the top Last thread recap:
- Ratchet continues to be a ginormous bleep
- she doesn't work either full or part time, and can't be arsed to parent her kids and step kids.
- Joshua Marshall was dismissed without notice from Devon and Cornwall Police for improperly accessing the police database, and using a false identity to contact members of the public.
- Seb's birthday dawned, with NotaPC Noballs giving him the most awkward hug ever. Gangster Granny came round for breakfast, which probably explains why there was cutlery and drinks on the table for a change. Sloshy cooked the breakfast with no top on (wasn't Rambo just complaining about how much their energy bills were?). Of course there was a birthday reel, talking about "our babies" HE'S NOT YOUR SON RAYCHALLLLEEEEEEE. Bratsy was straight in the comments, saying she gives it 4 months before his car is written off, snarky little witch. Then her snarky witch mother brought attention to it by sharing the comment on her story
yet again encouraging the kids to bully each other, with no repercussions.- Silky Steve took Seb out for his first attempt at driving, but Seb couldn't get to grips with clutch control because he didn't want to crease his new trainers.
- Ratface showed what she'd written in Seb's card, signing it off with "Mum and Dad". You're not his mum, he doesn't call you Mum or refer to you as his mum, even Slosh never refers to you as his mum, STOP TRYING TO PRETEND YOU'RE HIS MUM YOU PIECE OF DOGSHIT.
- then it was off out for lunch with Seb, his mate, Wilbert, and (bizarrely) Arsetrid's Simon. Does he have no other mates? Does Seb even know him? On the way, non verbal Wilberforce, who just doesn't understand anything, was reciting the alphabet and listing animals that start with each letter.
- Later she showed off a load of tit that her mate at Chubby Chicken/Porky Penguin had sent her, she even remembered to mark it as "PR products", well done for doing your job properly for once! It included a deck of "date night" cards, which Rambo had printed out the instructions for a couple of. Weirdly, she'd included the cocktail one, which makes absolutely no sense seeing as she never drinks and hates the taste of alcohol
another card suggested you "recreate your first date", well I'm sure it won't be hard for #couplegoals to sneak off for a secret bunk up in a bush somewhere - yet more group chat drama, this time it's the Torbay Tart moaning about people having trailed mud on HER new carpet. First off babe, it's ugly as duck, so whoever trampled mud over it was doing you a favour. Secondly, if you or your limp fucked husband had any kind of respect for your belongings, then you might have raised your feral brood of kids to do the same. As it is, you treat everyone and everything with disdain, so your children do the same. It's not rocket science.
- 8:24 on a school day for the busy mum, and is she preparing packed lunches, yelling about lost PE kit and doing the school run like most mums would be? Of course not, she's in her hobbit loft bedroom (that isn't a bedroom) fiddling with her greasy hair and talking to her pretend mates online. She's SO BUSY, she has so much going on, with the centre, the tacky tracksuits, maintaining multiple Instagram accounts, a grifter's work is never done! When looking through her camera roll for old photos of Seb she wished they were babies again (even though she never knew Seb and Isaac as babies
). Apparently Bratsy was driving other people's land rovers around before she turned 17 and got her license, so she already knew how to drive. This was a surprise to "My kids tell me everything". While talking about Seb's birthday, she again called herself his mum she then went on to say that for about 18 months she has dreaded taking Wobble out in case he "melts down", but he's getting a lot better recently and she's starting to enjoy it. notaPC Prick took him for his NHS autism assessment last week (Rabies couldn't go because she was far too busy recording her audiobook). She went on a massive ramble about Wibbly's eating, and how he can't cope with different textures etc. She made reference to "eating my own clitoris" WTF? - meanwhile, on PatreCON, she showed him having some Diet Coke and said she wouldn't share it on PTWM because "they all lose their minds over him having 2 small glasses a week". Rightly bleeping so! Who gives their 3 year old fizzy drinks on a regular basis?! She also showed his "snack drawer" in the fridge, which he just helps himself to all day long. Maybe if you knocked off unrestricted access to snacks full of sugar, salt and saturated fat, he might be more willing to eat something that isn't a McDonald's at tea time?
- Off to B&Q with PA Jo and Lapdog Leonard, with Ratshit looking like she'd been styled by Stevie Wonder. White socks pulled up over her leggings, shoes that look like slippers, a sleeping bag coat, all finished off with the personalised scarf.
- Ruffle asked the huns to tell her something good, and she'll share some later. No doubt PA Jo was all over it with fake accounts. In usual Narcissist Nina style, every reply she made to everyone was about herself. Of course she posted every one that mentioned having an autistic child.
- on to a photoshoot for REBL (without a clue), with Sloshy behind the camera. Ramble even managed to mark it as an ad, have the ASA been on to you babe?
- meanwhile, on Facebook, Betsy and Lula's dad posted a status saying "When your EX can't stop talking tit about you 15 years later and she never even crosses your mind! Move on witch
". Tattlers can't wait for his reaction when the book come out!- what a surprise, silly little Rambo has messed up again, thinking Edie's school would be closed due to teacher strikes, but it isn't. Whoopsie! How do these things keep happening to poor old Raffleticket (with the turned in toes)? Instead of taking Edie to school like a normal person would, she took her along to do some pottery (with Jen and Jo of course, Racket can't possibly be expected to parent one of her kids single handedly). Jo was taking super important phone calls with YTS Alan while she painted a giraffe (for Wilby, obviously, because it's not like she has her own child she could be making something for). Meanwhile, Lula and Isaac's school was closed, but there was no fun activities planned for them, instead it was roaming the streets and vaping, as usual. Edie was treated to lunch out, and apparently they "giggled all day", but given the fake laughing in the video that accompanied this claim, I'm not so sure.
- A pretend shout out from Torbay children's services asking for a washing machine that's urgently needed - isn't that what PayPal/PatreCON/shop funds are all for Raq? Surely you shouldn't need to ask your followers to find things every single time
- on PatreCON, Rumblestrip said that Bratsy is going travelling at the end of the month, she's booked a ticket to Thailand on her own. She's got about £4k in savings (£2k from 3 months at minimum wage retail jobs in Liverpool, the rest from a savings fund that Raq and Waynbo started when they were going through court. Apparently when she rang to sort out accessing the money, she was told that her dad had tried to get the money out 3 times. Because obviously they would tell someone that, wouldn't they).
- Whining Wendy was moaning about getting £600 of parking fines when they went to Liverpool, which of course is everyone's fault except hers (because despite the car park being covered in signs saying you need a permit, the man she rented the Airbnb from told her he owned it so she didn't need one).
- Mrs Hinch went on Lorraine (hours in hair and make up for her less than 5 minutes on telly), and Rambo was "honoured and emosh" that old Grinchy was wearing her turkey tracksuit to get her slap done in. Imagine wetting your knickers because someone you gave a freebie to is actually using it
- New Look have now engaged Ratchet to advertise their cargo trousers, unfortunately there appears to have been a bit of a mix up and they sent the wrong size. But not to worry, ever the professional she carried on and made a reel showing "different ways to style them" even though she could have done with a size up. No wonder she's constantly got thrush when she's wearing her trousers so tight you can see her labia. Anyway, the "different styles" turned out to mostly be the same outfit with different coats and cardigans on.
- another round of updates from the hobbit sex loft, with a time stamp of 08:34. Yet another day of getting someone else to drop the kids off while she rambles to her phone for strangers. Bratsy's off travelling, with Rumplestiltskin helpfully telling us exactly when she's flying. Rectum's jealous, because she can't even drive to Torquay without a bottle of Rescue Remedy (#ad).
- later Runty shared a post saying she doesn't care what her children grow up to be, as long as they don't leave mean comments on social media. Well you've failed there then hun, seeing as just the other day your golden child Betsy was awful on Seb's birthday post (saying she gives it 4 months before his car is written off or stolen).
- Bestselling Author Brenda posted a "countdown to a big announcement", getting all the huns frothing at the gash that she's knocked up. It turned out that she's signing some copies of her tit book to buy. That's it. And then, the signed copies sold out in two hours, but it's ok huns, because she can just sign some more!
- The gruesome twosome went out with Wilbert (and someone else with a little boy, because they can't take him out alone). I have no idea what it was, but there were models of dinosaurs, and Sloshy lifted up Wilberforce to touch one, despite W clearly not wanting to - almost as if he was trying to goad him into a meltdown for the camera. There was also a Halloween themed room, with models of zombies, skeletons, a werewolf etc, little non-verbal Wilbert was telling Sloshy it was "dangerous". But he understands nothing
- Saturday night brought another pissed/coked up round of ranting about trolls with a bit of doxing thrown in. Rumbaba thought she'd identified someone who's trolled Mrs Hinch (she hadn't, because the person had posted on Tattle that she doesn't like Mrs H any more because her content has changed, which is NOT TROLLING). Anyway, Racquetball shared this person's profile, including the school she allegedly works for as a teacher, and said she'll be contacting the head on Monday. Good luck with that hun, what will you say? "Miss X said she doesn't like my pretend friend on the internet"? Rambo even said "I'm coming for you", now if that's not a clear threat of harassment I don't know what is
- on Sunday, Fashion Victim Freda decided to dress like she was off welding, including safety goggles, to go for a walk and lunch out with Norman Noballs and Wibble (plus 854256 animal toys).
- Bratsy facetimes Wobble every day, but he always cries when she has to go. Maybe tell her not to do it? This was followed with a reel on the grid, with a long wanky caption all about how they are all such great siblings (with a quick mention of when Rawhide's mum abandoned her in a patch of stinging nettles when she was 4 without so much as a pair of expensive trainers). So basically Bratsy is parenting all the other kids from afar while the actual parents are loving each other the hardest up in the sex loft. Not really a normal sibling relationship, when one has to sort out all the other's problems, and feels the need to sit on facetime while they're all just watching TV or hanging out around the house.
- Lula's having a sleepover with a couple of mates out in the shed, on a school night.
Running total of overnight breaks away since Joyce started his career break on 15 June:
Night at Herpes Lodge (midweek)
Night in Exeter (Saturday)
Night in London (midweek)
July:
Joyce's birthday - one night at Boringdon Hall (midweek), then two nights (Friday and Saturday) in a lodge in Cornwall with Arsetrid and Simon.
October:
Herpes Lodge (weekend), night in London (mid week in half term), Friday night in Southampton
November - 2 nights in London (Sunday and Monday)
December - 5 nights in Jubai
January - 1 night in London (Miss Greedy's book launch)
If you are new, please read the wiki (pink button at the top) and if you are in need of support or advice in relation to domestic abuse, there are some links and helplines listed at the bottom of the wiki page
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anyday. Since being here I've met lots of people (in real life) who know you, your history and your lies. Again I'm going to believe them over you anyday.
you never see this animated in a happy way about anything else really, a very sad reflection of her twisted personality.