Amber is bob on. Diags is a bitter little cahnt. And as bitter as his dog shitey mouth.
I reckon laSims was Lizzie Bathory in a previous life. Her closeness to Pi-rattyhair Petite? The only bloke she murdered and ate. She probably had the same sized teeth back in the day.
Let it go Sims. Far too feckin intense. I hope he gets a lass and she falls out with him again.
What next for Bobby? Or is that gay bobby? Like gay football, gay choir, gay dancing. Ain’t bothered mate, don’t give, bothered? Me, nah bruv, don’t give, ain’t bothered, see this face? Bothered, face, bothered, double chin, designer stubble bothered, fillers, bothered, nips and tucks right back to your arse, bothered oLIVe’s bolster face bothered, not giving, don’t give. I AINT BOTHERED....
Tommy’s gone all blonde ray reardon.
What’s with all the fake gnatherth? I’m hearing teef induthed thpeech problemth everywhere. Blockie, Petite la Thimth, new folk.
Whatth. Goin. On?
And Bob? Just go and be happy and stop hanging about with sage, rosemary and thyme. You need friends, not rainbow bandwagonners desperate for air time.
Wondering about Frank dissing the puffa jacket next week. When her sister has the biggest puffa in Essex and there are more fillers in the Sims immediate family than you could ever fit in a coat.