to consider becoming a troll?

[qwepoi]

It is too hot to take the dc s outside. We have done craft. Now cbeebies is on. I have lots to do but can't leave them alone to do it. Can't go anywhere as everywhere will be heaving and £££, and it is hot. I am bored! and that is not a word I am allowed to say.

I have lots of issues and dramas that I could invent gradually tell about before I disappear.

I thought trolls were bald?

I'm liking the Latvians one best. Was it your dp who deposited them there? Is he new in your life: you like him a lot, and he is generous, but you're not sure about his sources of income, and he sometimes seems as though he might be on drugs?

I'd only worry if the Latvians were dining in the living room. The other way round is normal.

Taking your problems in order qwerpoi:

1. Dial 999 for the and request multiple superfit firemen to gain acess to lounge and request police to arrest drug users.

1. Yes, it was. How you must have suffered. If he's still alive sue him for compensation; if he's deceased, sue his estate.

Should read 'Dial 999 and request'

D'ya know I think IWBU to consider becoming a troll. It is very hard to think of sad stories that don't involve some sort of group of people that actually deserve help and sympathy and I don't want to do that. Having tried to get inside the mind of troll I see that they are really weird.

It's my mum that sorts the latvians out btw, and I wish she'd stop coming round uninvited and trying to bf my 6 year old.

Not just really weird qwerpoi; they have no quality of life and therefore have a lot of time on their hands which they choose to spend unproductively. Saddos

I don't really understand trolls full stop. Do you think perhaps the heat is addling everyone's brains? I've just refereed a 62-comment long slanting match on FB. It's like virtual Jeremy Kyle online today.

*slanging not slanting.