Rubyrubyrubyruuuuuuuby of the drawl is getting right on my vowels. And the only thing getting harder on anything else is her blusher on her cheek. Striiiiiiipes are soooooo eiiiiiiightieeees ruuuuuubyyyyy.
But mate. Yer a snek. Sssss 🐍
Tiff looks like she’s been dug out of her crypt to come back.
Em and her beau gave both been playing with the sun-in. And her use of sun-in has only been topped by her indulgence with bronzer.
I’m fecking tired of her nipping at Maeva though.
The tricep trio are three throbbing little penii. Which is odd really given that naming yourselves in such a manner is the behaviour of cahnts. Little teenage giggly ones.
Paris. And Robbie. And the great big clanging name drop. Who does that? Just because you know a royal doesn’t entitle you to wear a polo neck under a blazer. Or brylcream your hair. Or clatter a name down so hard I can feel the clang up here.
Ruuuuuuby haaaaas suuuuuuch aaaa fuuuuuuckiiiiin probleeeeem with Ingaaaa. If the country could run on negative energy you could power the grid.
Ohhhh fuck me Em. Give it a rest. You too Tiff. If they don’t last they don’t last. And stop digging out Maeva. Nasty rude and horrible? Coming from you? Hilaire.
I might be wrong but Maeva was right to tell Inga about Ruuuuby. She sneky. And Miles’s intentions are more false than a knock off Gucci bag. Do I think Miles and Maeva are going to be at it like knives again one day? Not if she comes to her senses.
Em and Paris are as dry as the skin on my heels. Nytol in human form.
Rez’s high five? It did make me laugh. But what was she expecting? A low five fingers up her flue?
I’m getting very tired of Miles. He is such a pusseh. Ruuuuuuby is planting enough seeds of doubt and the shine off her teeth is growing them beautifully.
Liv has stripes too. Wtf?
Tiff telling Liv she should have stuck up for Em? Wise up. And away back to your tomb.
I have to say I’m disagreeing with you all about Maeva. 
I think when you’ve been heidfucked so much by scrotes such as penii1,, it is hard to watch them do it to someone else and it is hard to stop feeling something because they have your brain in a twirl.
Miles coming on such a delicate broken little petal just wants me to hoof my foot up his arse. And engineering it so that she thinks she has to go?
Maeva? Inga? Loves he ain’t all that. Unless you are into inflated jumped up wee pricks who are only happy hunting the smell of musk off other blokes’ birds.
Frau? Stop encouraging the penii3 to hate on the girls. Build an electric fence around you? Aye. And all four of you grab onto it hard with your 8 little hands.
Verity and Paris? Tae fuck. You can grip on as well. With Tiff. And Em. And Ruuuuby. And Rezzzzz. That’ll do me.
With all the polyester that was worn at the Prohib partay, they wouldn’t need fireworks.
Tiff and Em are far too two faced. I’ll clap at your wedding. Will ye aye?
Good on Liv for shutting down the bitching.
Love Maeva stirring at Ruuuby. The girl is right. So wrong but soooooo right.
Get it up ye Ruuuuuuby. She called it mate. And she called you out. You have to remind yourself that you’ve been platonically destroying his fling with Inga and platonically coveting his manhood.
Should Maeva drop it? Maybe. But someone has to call out that snivelling little cowardly excuse of a bit of skin on a shrivelled little cock.
Oh clippy next week... cahnt move Liv.
Not sure what flame emojis are for. Is it anything to do with the electric fence? Burnyburny 🔥