TechnicallyNo
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Love the ways Jowl is referring to folks as ‘fans’ now. His ego is getting almost as big as hers.
Oh Carrie can absolutely F off.Wonder how long it took her to find this after reading our comments here about the mincepie.
While I dont disagree with the overall point, there are ways of doing it as an adult without coming across certifiable
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" They're like a modern day version of those Dickens characters that aren't necessarily the main villain, but they're nasty and a bit gross"
Mark81 your comment made me lol on previous thread, I couldn't resist
A Tale of Two Grifters
He was not a good looking man, my friend Joel Jellynubbins, in fact I had a general impression that he was not to marry at all. A man of neolithic appearance with sparse curls of coal hair scattered across his fleshy pate. Strong of brow and rich of odour, he was a foolish fellow, quick to anger over any small perceived oversight, particularly in regards to the collection of dividends or the parking of carridges. Indeed, a sort of ogre in both character and appearance.
My neighbour, Carrie Bragamuffin-Nepowail with wild tangerine hair and steely countenance had so surly a gaze that I often wondered if she was forever sniffing at sheep's gizzards. She was stout and hardy, and almost always wore a thick pair of leather boots that clung around her ample calfs. These, along with a pair of sepia coloured spectacles, Carrie wore all throughout the year, whether performing in the guilded spires of Crawley or the coal-choked depths of Crewe Town Hall where Joel Jellynubbins was birthed and raised. An unlikely pairing, infact Carrie herself made a strong reproach against Joel, that she had been forced into such a heinous match at all. Although I myself really see no reason at all why she should have made it , or she indeed must, why she made it the way she did.
#RudeDog#literature#marriedlife#tomfletcher#aulani#rsvlt
I don’t want to hear your non story about Bad Cinderella, I want to hear why they are your former friend
BRILLIANT" They're like a modern day version of those Dickens characters that aren't necessarily the main villain, but they're nasty and a bit gross"
Mark81 your comment made me lol on previous thread, I couldn't resist
A Tale of Two Grifters
He was not a good looking man, my friend Joel Jellynubbins, in fact I had a general impression that he was not to marry at all. A man of neolithic appearance with sparse curls of coal hair scattered across his fleshy pate. Strong of brow and rich of odour, he was a foolish fellow, quick to anger over any small perceived oversight, particularly in regards to the collection of dividends or the parking of carridges. Indeed, a sort of ogre in both character and appearance.
My neighbour, Carrie Bragamuffin-Nepowail with wild tangerine hair and steely countenance had so surly a gaze that I often wondered if she was forever sniffing at sheep's gizzards. She was stout and hardy, and almost always wore a thick pair of leather boots that clung around her ample calfs. These, along with a pair of sepia coloured spectacles, Carrie wore all throughout the year, whether performing in the guilded spires of Crawley or the coal-choked depths of Crewe Town Hall where Joel Jellynubbins was birthed and raised. An unlikely pairing, infact Carrie herself made a strong reproach against Joel, that she had been forced into such a heinous match at all. Although I myself really see no reason at all why she should have made it , or she indeed must, why she made it the way she did.
#RudeDog#literature#marriedlife#tomfletcher#aulani#rsvlt
It’s so dramatic isn’t it? A cry in the theatre or cinema sure but full on sobbing all the way homeI don’t believe anyone who says the “sobbed” on the tube after watching something, what a liar.
I have cried on the way home from a couple of shows. But always ones that have big emotional connections. The worst was my son's a queer where it took me two days to stop crying when I thought about it. But standing at sky's edge also hit me hard because I was PMS'ing.I don’t believe anyone who says the “sobbed” on the tube after watching something, what a liar.
I have cried on the way home from a couple of shows. But always ones that have big emotional connections. The worst was my son's a queer where it took me two days to stop crying when I thought about it. But standing at sky's edge also hit me hard because I was PMS'ing.
Can't imagine how hormonal you'd have to be to cry about Cinderella. It was bleeping awful. Unless you're crying at wasting money on that trash fire?!