Je suis clearly living in a different world.
I can't believe that biscuits had the ruddy cheek to blame habbs for his indiscretions. Really? Poor little lamb.
Meanwhile back in the real world, it is merely a facking liberty.
And as for liv engineering a meet? And persuading habbs to give him another chance? Speechless.
Little 12 year old Melissa was the only bugger speaking sense.
As long as the rest of these bloody women accept this kind of pish, the bois will feel the need (and will have been given the green light) to pork everything in sight. Jesus.
Speaking of pork, Maeva is hamming it up a bit much, non? Taking her role of head harpy a leeetle bit too seriously perhaps.
In contrast, Rosi brok down but not one ruddy tar run down hr fac
Frau arschloch is now fraucuhnt. What a mean spirited cow. Even I’m not that bad.
What with her and mademoisselle cuintte it would seem there is no longer Bolly flowing through the veins of SW3 but battery acid.
My favourite bit this week was sticky Vicky’s contouring. Didn’t looked chiselled. She looked as though she had sideburns worthy of that bloke in Shaft. Canyoudigitcanyoudigitcanyoudigit?
I’m unsure how come James is managing to kiss fiveheid’s mate next week. They keep pushing him as Uber lothario for some reason. I can’t for the life of me think why.
Most people round here would rather have a hefty dose of crabs. I can only imagine that folk who are in that circle aren’t quite as discerning...
I’m bracing myself for the return of Sameh. Bit rich of him to lecture biscuits on morals and personality and fidelity I feel. He was juggling girls on his fingers like he was handling a 10 pin bowling ball.
Rest assured my loves, I will not be poncing about in big drawers and a support bra worthy of restraining two spacehoppers in my local Markies any time soon. Apparently that is the remit of the young.
And I’m a old bint that channels Les Dawson (rest his wee soul) so I shall just slip on my winceyette and waft about Tesco instead.
Exhibitionism at its very best.