MAFS #16 THE FINAL DINNER PARTY. Pour your own drink, Bitch. Get off my husband's dick and sit the fuck down. Disaster cake is being served for dessert. On your feet, lose your seat.

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Fists are flying, gobs are running, we are buzzing, because, why not?

Is she trying to hump Reiss?

Is she ever not??

She started talking to a boy, I started talking to a girl. Are they 5 years old?

Reiss wearing the cardigan of non- committment

She'd hump a lamppost if it said it loved her and wanted babies.

Leisha is her own worst enemy..she’s too much into mind games and immature

Reiss holding a fork like Ruprecht the Monkey Boy

What has Paul got on his feet?!?

I’ve had the day off today so I’ve been out to a kingfisher hide (I do bird photography as a hobby). Picked the wrong day for that! Thanks Storm Claudia!!

By 1pm I was already looking forward to my glass of wine tonight 😂

Had my chinese, nailing the wine.
Back to WW next week 😂

Is Reiss’s cardy joined on to his top so he doesn’t lose it?

I bet he has those mittens on a string

I just noticed them! I dunno why this lot dress so ridiculously and I say this as someone that also dresses ridiculously at times

“Mother?” 😂😂

Ruprecht…don't take the cork off the fork

Does Reiss pout so much because his turkey tooths are uncomfortable?

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Easier to put on, innit. Not as many srm holes to get confused about.

I think he still can’t quite believe he had all his teefs filed down to have pretend temporary teef fronts put on top of them.
he keeps checking with his tongue in case he’s dreamt the whole thing

I don’t know Liverpool at all, but I don’t like Brighton or Hove from the times I’ve been there.
Rebecca’s house looks lovely.

Can you imagine the trauma of a polo neck?

"Please lampy, just tell me, am I the light of your life?"

Oh Gawd, Leisha, stop greetin!

‘I’m putting the love back into myself (in the form of terrifying shape shifting face injectables)’

DH is watching with me for the final time and just still doesn't understand Leisha's face.