Had a full blown wagatha Christie dream last night, where 4 of us off here all ‘befriended’ Sal via IG and made the pilgrimage up to Tuebrook towers.
She thought we were all mates and wanted us to go to hers before a night out in Liverpool. Every time she’d walk out the room we’d all say our tattle name to each other and all be dead pleased to see each other.
Sal pulled out a baggy of coke and did the fattest line, wanted to film OF content with us all and was a general mess.
She had no clue we were all tattle bastards and the next day we all came on here and told everyone all the shite we’d learned about Sal.
The end.
I deffo need a life dreaming this shit, but genuinely think those Pete burns stories I viewed before bed last night proper got stuck in my head