Oooooh thinks me, I’ve a spare five minutes so I’ll have a cuppa and a gleg at Tattle before I crack on with the rest of the day. What’s that? Cheeky mince pie, well why not? Tis the season and all…
*takes mince pie out of little foil casing and opens Tattle*
She needs to get gifted some
bleeping durex if she is about to have another swash kid.
The thought that those 2 shag is just repulsive
*puts mince pie back in little foil home*
Second thoughts… I’m not that peckish anymore, lost my appetite for some reason…
Sod Weight Watchers, come January everyone should try the ‘Swollomon Diet’; one thought of those two grotbags fornicating will banish all thoughts about or desire to eat from your mind! Watch the pounds drop off!