I’d happily drive the 8(ish) hour drive immediately and hand them over my fresh air wrapped up in cellophane and a pretty bow for a campervan!
She’s an absolute idiot…definitely deflecting from something I think
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She’s an absolute idiot…definitely deflecting from something I think
Really? Hannah is dangerous?!? 12 comments that weren’t hateful at all. No nasty comments about kids. Tame comments that didn’t warrant that apology
she thinks everyone is as childish as she is. My kids went to a school with loads of kids whose parents had dodgy (IMO) views, voted Tory, supported Brexit, loved the Daily Mail sidebar, anti-vax, share conspiracy theories online. Everything I hate. Did I stop my kids being friends with their kids? Course not. Cos I’m a grown woman in the playground picking up my kids, not a child myself.Really? Hannah is dangerous?!? 12 comments that weren’t hateful at all. No nasty comments about kids. Tame comments that didn’t warrant that apology
Iv noticed that's her 2 new favourite words to over use atm.
Dangerous and unsafe.
Shes so dramatic
Yet those are the two words alot of people would use to describe her
Dangerous and unsafe.
Shes so dramatic
Yet those are the two words alot of people would use to describe her
I don’t really understand why that woman needed to give such a grovelling apology given her comments were very bland. Unless she’d done something that’s been deleted, I am very sus about this whole thing
makes me laugh when she says it about stabby jo and emily, yet she let them both look after her kids and Emily was was manager of the womens centre who supposedly dealt with all the hundreds of vulnerable families seeking help from the patchwork tit showIv noticed that's her 2 new favourite words to over use atm.
Dangerous and unsafe.
Shes so dramatic
Yet those are the two words alot of people would use to describe her
Wasn’t there something about how she’s been messaging the woman for 3 years and chrolling her? It came across that it wasn’t so much what she was saying online as what she was saying in private messages? But who knows - they’re all so vague! If it was pm’s, why not share those so people could see exactly what she was saying?
That apology seemed very dodgy. But it's literally on page 27 of the first thread and only thread about the Barn woman. I don't know what all the fuss was about? These women are hysterical
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It’s a shame that Rancid thinks that this site is about slagging her and her family off. All I see is fact finding and calling out. There are many influencers and Instagram pages that don’t have a thread on here. I guess that’s because they are genuinely nice people and are transparent and accountable for their content.
So she must have deleted the stories as I couldn’t see them… But why use that language when it’s not even anything to do with you.Iv noticed that's her 2 new favourite words to over use atm.
Dangerous and unsafe.
Shes so dramatic
Yet those are the two words alot of people would use to describe her
She’s the dangerous one who nobody wants anything to do with
When she was apologising to the huns saying she’s sorry if she doesn’t give enough time to patreon. I wonder if they all still think their £5 a month goes to the centre? What do they think she pays for these things with? Do they honestly think fresh air is a currency?
(By the way she did not correct one of these people, she completely ignored these comments!)
edited to add, the first one meant to say repeating, not respecting, she corrected afterwards.
(By the way she did not correct one of these people, she completely ignored these comments!)
edited to add, the first one meant to say repeating, not respecting, she corrected afterwards.
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As I’m waiting for whatever is happening in the Hamstercage House of Horrors to be disclosed, I thought I’d write a little story to amuse in the meantime.
The Rancido
A chroll took a stroll down Brixham town
A hun saw the chroll, and looked them up and down
“Where are you going to, you monstrous chroll,
Come and eat sandwiches in the Hobbit Hole?”
It’s a horrific offer, hun, so no -
I’m trying to meet up with a Rancido
“A Rancido? What’s a Rancido?”
A Rancido! Why, didn’t you know?
She has terrible shits and they’re awfully stinky,
She shares them with Josh, who we all call Slinky
“Where are you meeting her?”
Here, by these rocks
and her favourite thing is greasy, limp locks.
“Greasy, limp locks?” The hun looked sad
“Goodbye chroll, even I think that’s bad”
Silly old hun! Doesn’t she know,
There are far worse things about the Rancido
On went the chroll down to the harbour
Josh was then, kitted out all in Barbour
“Where are you going to, you monstrous chroll?
Come and watch birds whilst I sign on the dole”
It’s a triggering offer, Joyce, but no
I’m trying to hunt down a Rancido
“A Rancido? What’s a Rancido?”
A Rancido! Why, didn’t you know?
She has lots of money and a lack of taste
And since she hit peri, she’s got no waist
“Where are you meeting her?”
Here by this farm
She’s in the process of causing kids lasting harm
“Lasting harm? No way” Josh scoffed and then said
“I’m the one at risk, I share her bed”
Silly old Josh! Doesn’t he know
He and his kids should flee the Rancido
On went the chroll, who came to the beach
And bumped into Wibble, eating a peach
“Where are you going, you monstrous chroll?
Come and eat firelighters and maybe some coal”
It’s a wow-tastic offer, Wilbs, but no
I’m trying to stalk a Rancido
“A Rancido? What’s a Rancido?”
A Rancido! Why, didn’t you know?
She’s actually your mummy, but you wouldn’t guess
She’s determined to make all her kids’ lives a mess
“Where are you meeting her?”
Here at this pub,
She’ll drive fizzy cat’s piss and eat some posh grub
“Sans kids?” Wibble asked, looking quite glum
“Never mind” he quipped, “I can find a new mum”
Bright little Wilbur, he’s smarter than Jo
He knows how to scare off the Rancid…
OH!
But who is this creature with awful clothes,
Stretched out eyebrows and a squinty nose
She has tiny tits and turned in toes
And is top of the league when it comes to hoes
Her skin is brown, like overcooked beef
Her kids are escaping and so are her teeth
Oh help, oh no
It’s a Rancido
“An actual chroll!” the Rancido said
No, said the Tattler, it’s all in your head
“In my head?” said the Rancido, “that can’t be true
Tattlers are chrolls, especially you
You’re all just jealous and horrifically mean
Of my books and my talent and the way I say seen”
No way! said the Tattler, I’d live in a bin
Before I said seen the way you say “sin”
Your writings deluded, your husband’s a sap
I’d rather watch Ethel taking a crap
Your family is broken, your bills are sky high
You care not a jot and fly to Dubai
Fat tears splash down and the vomiting starts
Not for your babies or their tiny broken hearts
Instead it’s all “myself”, “me” and “I”
The Rancido can always squeeze out a cry
Sort yourself out, the Tattler commanded
Get the Patchwork shitshow fully disbanded
Tend to your kids, house and pets
Stop fibbing about costs and bills from your vets
Come clean about scamming and going on the rob
Delete insta and find a real job
Remove the quiff and wonky smile
Tell the truth and find your own style
The Rancido took a moment, shrugged and replied
“My mum abandoned me when I was four” she loudly cried
“I wanted those trainers, love and big hugs
I didn’t get them, so I turned to hard drugs
Now I live on fresh air and am buying a van
“Why?”, I hear you ask
Well, just because I can!
The Rancido
A chroll took a stroll down Brixham town
A hun saw the chroll, and looked them up and down
“Where are you going to, you monstrous chroll,
Come and eat sandwiches in the Hobbit Hole?”
It’s a horrific offer, hun, so no -
I’m trying to meet up with a Rancido
“A Rancido? What’s a Rancido?”
A Rancido! Why, didn’t you know?
She has terrible shits and they’re awfully stinky,
She shares them with Josh, who we all call Slinky
“Where are you meeting her?”
Here, by these rocks
and her favourite thing is greasy, limp locks.
“Greasy, limp locks?” The hun looked sad
“Goodbye chroll, even I think that’s bad”
Silly old hun! Doesn’t she know,
There are far worse things about the Rancido
On went the chroll down to the harbour
Josh was then, kitted out all in Barbour
“Where are you going to, you monstrous chroll?
Come and watch birds whilst I sign on the dole”
It’s a triggering offer, Joyce, but no
I’m trying to hunt down a Rancido
“A Rancido? What’s a Rancido?”
A Rancido! Why, didn’t you know?
She has lots of money and a lack of taste
And since she hit peri, she’s got no waist
“Where are you meeting her?”
Here by this farm
She’s in the process of causing kids lasting harm
“Lasting harm? No way” Josh scoffed and then said
“I’m the one at risk, I share her bed”
Silly old Josh! Doesn’t he know
He and his kids should flee the Rancido
On went the chroll, who came to the beach
And bumped into Wibble, eating a peach
“Where are you going, you monstrous chroll?
Come and eat firelighters and maybe some coal”
It’s a wow-tastic offer, Wilbs, but no
I’m trying to stalk a Rancido
“A Rancido? What’s a Rancido?”
A Rancido! Why, didn’t you know?
She’s actually your mummy, but you wouldn’t guess
She’s determined to make all her kids’ lives a mess
“Where are you meeting her?”
Here at this pub,
She’ll drive fizzy cat’s piss and eat some posh grub
“Sans kids?” Wibble asked, looking quite glum
“Never mind” he quipped, “I can find a new mum”
Bright little Wilbur, he’s smarter than Jo
He knows how to scare off the Rancid…
OH!
But who is this creature with awful clothes,
Stretched out eyebrows and a squinty nose
She has tiny tits and turned in toes
And is top of the league when it comes to hoes
Her skin is brown, like overcooked beef
Her kids are escaping and so are her teeth
Oh help, oh no
It’s a Rancido
“An actual chroll!” the Rancido said
No, said the Tattler, it’s all in your head
“In my head?” said the Rancido, “that can’t be true
Tattlers are chrolls, especially you
You’re all just jealous and horrifically mean
Of my books and my talent and the way I say seen”
No way! said the Tattler, I’d live in a bin
Before I said seen the way you say “sin”
Your writings deluded, your husband’s a sap
I’d rather watch Ethel taking a crap
Your family is broken, your bills are sky high
You care not a jot and fly to Dubai
Fat tears splash down and the vomiting starts
Not for your babies or their tiny broken hearts
Instead it’s all “myself”, “me” and “I”
The Rancido can always squeeze out a cry
Sort yourself out, the Tattler commanded
Get the Patchwork shitshow fully disbanded
Tend to your kids, house and pets
Stop fibbing about costs and bills from your vets
Come clean about scamming and going on the rob
Delete insta and find a real job
Remove the quiff and wonky smile
Tell the truth and find your own style
The Rancido took a moment, shrugged and replied
“My mum abandoned me when I was four” she loudly cried
“I wanted those trainers, love and big hugs
I didn’t get them, so I turned to hard drugs
Now I live on fresh air and am buying a van
“Why?”, I hear you ask
Well, just because I can!
Don you think she has went all quiet as she too busy filming in the her kitchen cooking mince soup ?
Sorry for the randomness Of this, I’ve been away so just caught up with this on patreon. It was after she went to visit the school W was accepted to.
firstly just imagining all these 4/5 year olds doing ‘woodwork’ unsupervised!
secondly wouldn’t it be great for W to have that communication and interaction with his new teachers, imagine how much he’d come on!
…so R has said on patreon today she’s holding him back a year, coz she can’t have that can she?!
firstly just imagining all these 4/5 year olds doing ‘woodwork’ unsupervised!
secondly wouldn’t it be great for W to have that communication and interaction with his new teachers, imagine how much he’d come on!
…so R has said on patreon today she’s holding him back a year, coz she can’t have that can she?!
I followed Andrea years ago,I actually loved her content! I don’t really follow along anymore but saw it kicking off and had a gander and from what I can see is that this had been a bit crazy, with people calling up her gym and saying that she was taking pictures of people in the changing rooms etc. 1 of the accounts in there actually has 3 and talks to herself on them to get people in the thread talking again
Andrea isn’t a scammer, she loves her children and keeps most of their life private. Our Rack has nothing on her 
but yeah I do actually feel bad for barn lady 
She really frustrates me. How is she still going along with the narrative that he’s non verbal??? Between now and September would be a perfect time to try and teach him as many things as possible, like who his family is and who they are to him. But that would just be too much hard work for Ratchet.Sorry for the randomness Of this, I’ve been away so just caught up with this on patreon. It was after she went to visit the school W was accepted to.
firstly just imagining all these 4/5 year olds doing ‘woodwork’ unsupervised!
secondly wouldn’t it be great for W to have that communication and interaction with his new teachers, imagine how much he’d come on!
…so R has said on patreon today she’s holding him back a year, coz she can’t have that can she?!
I’m sorry? What? W can absolutely speak. He is not non-verbal. He does know what a sister is.Sorry for the randomness Of this, I’ve been away so just caught up with this on patreon. It was after she went to visit the school W was accepted to.
firstly just imagining all these 4/5 year olds doing ‘woodwork’ unsupervised!
secondly wouldn’t it be great for W to have that communication and interaction with his new teachers, imagine how much he’d come on!
…so R has said on patreon today she’s holding him back a year, coz she can’t have that can she?!
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