And the dinner party.
And only now do the ixperts pop back at Mike. And when the fecker is absolutely right and in no way wrong as well.
And instaj apologised not for what she said but how she said it.
Marfa is a cahnt but sorry, she might have a spoon in the shitpot but the pot is exclusively instaJ’s. And so is the shit.
And Mattyanbun is totally foof struck.
Jeez.
I’ll not lie. This has made me properly cross.
And if I were Heidi I’d be bloody proud of Mike calling her out.
Insta darts her eyes around the room like one of them bug eyed lizards. Always watching, always lugging in, always speaking shite.
Which makes a change from the hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil pobposse.
I’d almost welcome them commenting in the same whiny bleat.
I say almost.
I’d rather poke my eardrums out with a sharp stick and fill the canals in with polyfilla.
Jules was right re this ixperiment. There is a world of difference between the women and the girls in here.
And I for one am sick ruddy fed up of the like silly like little like girls.
And the honest, here for love, pigsaaaarse-faced blokes.
Who speak bull shit.
But I’ll give them their dues. Insta and Thighface are well suited. Until he gets his fill of NatKing.
Suited then booted I reckon.