I can’t help but chuckle for poor daft Joe.
- can’t open the oven without encountering a fake hanging plant
- can’t have a bath without moving a whole shelf of crap out the way
- can’t be in the kitchen for fear of his wife dancing all over him to 3.1 million people
- can’t see his mates without being ribbed for the fact that his wife films herself splashing about in muddy puddles #peppapigvibes
- can’t use fake tan in his own home without being pillow shamed
- can’t say ‘
Oy Stace have we got any batteries?, without her bringing in a whole suitcase filled with them and filming it for the gram.
- can’t find a straw for his drink bcos they’re all cut in half to hold crisp packets together
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- can’t fathom how he’s ended up with a crazy bint wife who decants and syphons food from one container to another for fun, and hangs up crisp packets for the lols.
I reckon the doormat might be the last straw? I can hear him crying now
“Stace...wtf...I can’t even wipe me feet now.”
I’m done
