I could spout off about last night’s episode. But I will try hard to keep it brief.
Ella needs to realise that lube needs to go somewhere else other than their face. Shallower than a puddle. Shinier than the sun. Bound to be another flap coming. With hands fluttering a full ten shades lighter than their face.
Brad? A child you say?
Confirmation that cunts walk among us and they are breeding. And a bloke who says private things in public is a full on chode.
The eyes. Quint says it best.
”You know the thing about a shark…he's got lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eye. When he comes at ya, he doesn't seem be living, until he bites ya and the black eyes roll over white.”
Shona had chunks bitten out of her last night and still she thinks she wants to try and she loves him still.
Uncomfortable and upsetting viewing. And the preview doesn’t look any better.