I don’t know what to say about Nikita. I really don’t. Sometimes she lets her gobshite guard drop and seems really nice.
And then she gets going and the sound of her yap dirls round my head like the noise of a power tool. Some may know where I’m going with this…
Yup that’s right. A makita drill.
Yapping on about her ex and her looks. It is tiresome man.
“You won’t want to suck on me titties if they’re not brown?” Novel.
No one would want to suck on mine as they have to be tucked into my shoes.
The sixpert thought that Ant might give her boundaries. Aye. So would prison.
Howard and Feargal seem sweet. Feargal was all about making the memories. Howard was all about making whoopee.
The Irish dealbreaker? Feargal love. May I refer you to my favourite song o’ yours. Wednesday week. It’ll ‘never happen at all’
Just like trying to find lovebites on your neck…
Mog has no room at all going on about looks when she has got grey brows on her face.
More man than boy? He needs someone more wife than twat.
‘I spend a lot of time with people who care what they look like’.
do they live in the arsehole field too? Best shut the gate quick.
I just wish I could have matched her with Jamesie Cotter. There’s a wardrobe…
I’m glad she said sorry but she shouldn’t havre said it at all.
And the bloody pair of them shouldn’t be saying anything with their mouths full…
Bob is too exuberant for me. Sweaty dancing Bob was too much.
But bless, it was nice to see he’d shaved a crew neck collar in his manfluff.
I can’t help but feel he is quick to say all the right things re the touuchyfeelys.
He looked annoyed she went friend zone instead of akimbo.
Tonight looks interesting. The grooms face when she said she had kids…
You’d have thought she’d said syphilis.