Bone weary of nichole and cletus.
Sick fed up of the bitching but are fine bitching themselves? Who are they? WHO ARE THEY? I’d back my sister even if she was wrong? That makes you a chump.
And the snidey holeishness in the spa? Pointless bothering with the spa Treatments when you are oozing ugly on the inside. ‘They didn’t even look at me....’. I’m surprised you managed to notice as your eyes had rolled that much you were looking at the back of your neck.
The sistas are tiresome as well. Who back up mama as above and bitch to deflect from her wrongs.
Petite Poit and mama having a break from eachother? Woundedbabble for you are fine enough for a port on a storm but not for anything more cos you is haaaaard work blud.
Love the justification for boffing Dan and the break up of same. I carried my baggage with me? Babble for I ruined it cos I is hard work blud.
‘It was never about dan. I got over him as quick as I got into it’. And yet we had to put up with you wailing about it for weeks and weeks and weeks.
And gutsby’s face when Pete said it was 2 years. Gutsby wouldn’t need Cubans for access - he’d be slidey. Spry crisp and dry even. I’m waiting for him to get a tattoed neck, grow some curls and cultivate some edgy cheek bollocks. And then go sliding to chance his luck. And lo. A sliding and a sniffing he went. He didn’t even bother waiting to channel his inner Pete.
Wait for the drop? Wait for the drop kick more like. Right back into the friend zone.
The lap dance. My life. Lego Harry giving it the eyes. Eeee.
Little Chloe Brocket looked really sad at the bar. I hope that her and Kelsey sort it aht.
Same with Saff.
And more of the mama stuff with Petey Sunday I see. The break for their sanity doesn’t matter as much as the storylines...