Gutsby bro-ing everyone and everything. Two can play that game.
Congratulations to the broducers though. They must have been able to tick about 30 diversity boxes with Joey. Just seems a bit contrived.
Rem. Yes he went well over the score. The young guns soothing his battered ego and yabbing on about mixed signals. Broper self pitying.
But the grimchintwins were bastard snidey as well. No one is coming out of it smelling pretty.
But that’s what you get for going out with someone old enough to be yer mam son.
Ole Cheesy Diags spouting off on the Broller Coaster. Dull.
Gutsby is going to bugger his friendship with lickypete by bigging up Broman.
Poor Brobby. The wrath of the sistas. But in the words of the coven, rip the plaster off mate. You don’t need their warped world of respect and double standards.
They were popping at you for crying. The three feckin weepy sistas. Pots. The lot of them. Away and sook on your Brotox ladies. After you’ve set up your sloppies.
Laughable really. Girl code. Sloppies don’t count if it genetically linked then? At least silicone probably tastes the same.
I think Lickypete would be Cuban deep in Ell if he got half the chance. And she’d be more than accommbrodating.
NicHole calling him a shrivelled up old man though? Broutal. 😆
I used to think Any was sweet but I’ve gone right off her. Too much time with the sisters.
Dani is fitting right in with this crowd. Shit stirring like a good un. And saying ChloeM would have a bit of Broman? Norty.
You are what you eat Ella? Are nippy shits a delicacy in your gaff El?
NicHole and her upward inflections? And drawling? My heart broper sinks when her chin blocks out the sun.
Mama didn’t give Bobs a chance before having a pop. He’s trying to say sorry and they’re yapsing on about liberties.
Take you, your supposedly more natural looking coupon, your flapping flared lips and your tattooed fairy off to the fsof. And stop channelling the bloke from the Buggles.