Miles.
This is how I am. This is how it is. What a justification for acting like a cahnt. I’m wondering if it will wash with my gaffer.
I suspect not.
The way he has behaved towards Inga is shameful.
Em wants to be wrapped up like the babby Jesus? Oh love. Wrong side of the ground. You is the baaaaaad second coming treacle. Your middle name is Damien and I claim my five pounds.
And now you’ve made yer fella’s orbs beat a hasty retreat and take up residence near his tonsils. They’ve probably disguised themselves as tonsils.
If Em is the one then he ain’t looked hard enough.
I still think the surrogacy stuff is being made light of. I feel for Gaz as I’m walking down his road re his mam but it ain’t a fashion accessory cherub. Pop the pup in a papoose. Sorted.
I’m with Maeva. I’d bid for the Bitty trio. And waste them.
And I’d probably ask them to scoop out Rubyrubyrubyruby’ vical chords with a spoon so I didn’t have to listen to her whine ever again.
Paris is not usually my cup of tea. But loving her at the mo.
Elooeasy going to the gym with her wallopers out. Classy.
Bitty and his buttons? Alluring. And pour your own grog. You’ve got hands. And coordination enough to unbutton buttons. You don’t need a serf.
First date? When did you last have sex? Do people say that? On a first date. Okay then.
You aren’t catty either Jules. Just a pusseh.
Easy just threw Inga under the bus and called them 3 little bitches. You are laying down with the dogs missy. Mind out for the fleas.
You’ll be itchier than a sailor down the harbour.
He thinks he is in there. He ain’t.
Miley might be a fuckboy.
Jules just wants to be one but fails.
Liv’s present was wonderful. Bless her.
Absolutely LOVING Paris this episode. Flip flop citeh.
I’ll take it.
Miles you are a nasty person. You are a dick. And you fucking well and truly did do what was best for you.
Next week?
I’m team Maeva. Shoulder tassels and everything.