Charlotte Dawson #55 Pob sends dic pics to other birds while Chazza looks like a feathered turd

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Second part of ShitCast talking about tooth fairy and another accident F has had.

“I've actually had a bit of a thing with Noah, right? So, so Noah had a little bit of an accident. He fell on our tiled floor once.

He had slippy shoes on, so he's got them little, the sucky, sucky bottom on the shoe, the socks now.

Like the trampolining socks.

Yeah, the trampolining socks. He's got them. Yeah, so the bloody slip everywhere.”
“So anyway, he slipped on the floor while he was getting a packet of crisps. And he banged his tooth. And it's like it's gone a bit discoloured, the front tooth.

The same one that Jude's tooth went up. It's the same tooth.

And the same one that you lost.

And the same one that I lost. Yeah, we've got a bit of a generation.

It runs in the family.”
“It runs in the family of losing teeth. I was steaming when I lost mine. Obviously, the two boys were.

Oh, my God. Disclaimer. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Don't come for me. Come on.

Mum, please. So, yeah, anyway, he falls and slips on his tooth. So, he's got like a bit of a dead tooth.”
“So, he always goes, Mommy, my tooth hurts and stuff. Like, you know, just he obviously doesn't really say it anymore, but he kept saying it. Anyway, for some reason, he must have been speaking to someone at nursery or seen something on YouTube or something about the tooth fairy.

So, he keeps saying, Mommy, I really, really want to get my tooth out so I can see the tooth fairy because she gives me pennies. Sorry, what?”
“You're three?

You're chuffing three years old, Noah!

What is going on?

He's hustling at the age of three.

Good lad, though. Everybody's hustling.

I mean, I love it. I love it, but it's just like, wow, what is happening with the world right now?

You could just say to him, no, it's not money. It's Dorsalicious Tan.

Yeah, well, he loves a bit of Dorsalicious Tan. He loves a bit of Dorsalicious Tan. He actually did my tan the other night on my live.”
“And then he got it all over himself for nursery. That's definitely a naughty corner. I forgot to tell you that one.

That slipped my mind. God, that's for another day. But right, my darling, your turn.”
 
I'm sorry what..... fish, chips n graveh?? Fish, chips and graveh??? Crime of the century!

Err we’ll be sending her down to the Watford Gap if she’s carries on pouring gravy on fish.

On chips - it’s the law in the North, on mushy peas - if you must or you’re using them to protect your fish. On fish - we’ll come and bundle you into a van in the night and abandon you at Beaconsfield Services…plus your whippet will be revoked - you freak (imo).
 
Err we’ll be sending her down to the Watford Gap if she’s carries on pouring gravy on fish.

On chips - it’s the law in the North, on mushy peas - if you must or you’re using them to protect your fish. On fish - we’ll come and bundle you into a van in the night and abandon you at Beaconsfield Services…plus your whippet will be revoked - you freak (imo).
We don’t bleeping want her!!!
 
Chips cheese & gravey again for lunch, after launching her new Peggo plan to make you feel happier & healthier. You are repulsive Carbie. 🤢 🤮 Carbie will be huge by the end of this pantomime. No wonder she shits herself on stage eating all that before a performance.
 

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This week’s podcast, talks a lot of tit as usual about shitting herself at work and on a night out Talks about last Christmas Eve.

“I know that it's the Christmas Eve, because, right, this is the thing. Because I obviously, you know me, I always, like I told you, I always used to go out on Christmas Eve. Obviously, it's changed now.

But even like last year as well, when I had just had Jude, and it was like, we went out for dinner, had a few drinks. This was actually a funny story. So I've got all the Christmas Eve boxes to do with Noah, because it was his first Christmas, where he was really excited about everything.”
“You know, going to open all the Christmas Eve boxes. I planned this Christmas Eve box for weeks. You know, got really excited for it.

Got the matching pajamas, like Jude's first Christmas. Oh my God. I get, we get back.

Noah falls asleep in the car. This is like danger nap. So it's like six o'clock.

No, no, past the time nap.

Well past the time. We get home. He's flat out until about 10 o'clock.

Shut up.”
“I was crying. I was like, I want to wake him up. I kept like, they're like nudging him.

Yeah, a little shake.

Come on. Yeah.

It's Christmas Eve.

Let's watch films. Let's do the box. So I wanted to get a nice picture of them both and everything.

Anyway, he woke up and he was in the worst mood ever. It took him like an hour. So poor Jude didn't go to bed till midnight.

He's raving.

Oh, Jude's like, is he not going to wake up yet?”
“I'm knackered here. What's going on? What's going on, Mum?

I just want to be a bit of a bitty and I want to go to bed. Because obviously at that point, Jude wasn't in a routine because he wasn't six months yet. So it was kind of, it's all right for them to be.”
“They just roll with it, don't they, when they're that age. And you know, he was like, obviously he was feeding and stuff and he was a bit like, he wasn't setting stone with his times of sleeping. But you know, I think he was a bit tired.

But I was like, you have got to wait. You've got to wait, Judy. You've got to wait.

I think he had a danger nap in the midst of it all as well. Because obviously he had to. But I thought, I am not going to bed until I have got the first Christmas picture with the pajamas on and the Christmas Eve box.”

“So obviously we were all knackered on Christmas day.

I was like, for god's sake. So I said to myself, because my friend who I went out with last year after the panto, because I finish on Christmas Eve.

Yeah.

So it's a big mad rush. My last show was at half two, so I don't realistically finish till half four. So actually we didn't get back home till about seven, eight that night.

So yeah, it was late. It was like midnight when he woke up. And I was like, nah, I'm not.

She said, do you want to go out again this year? I said, no, no, I am getting home. I am doing the Christmas Eve boxes.

And I want to be a wholesome mom for that night. Okay? Everything that me and you are, I want to be wholesome that night.

I want to watch Christmas films because he loves Home Alone now. I want to really have a good Christmas Eve night.

Make the most of it.”
“Make the most of it. Do you know what I mean? Totally know what you mean.

And I think you need to do the same.

I know, I know. Should I go in the naughty corner then? Because if it wasn't for the rum, I reckon I'd have been prepared.

You're definitely going in the naughty corner. But I think you did amazing. I think you did so well.

Like you were full on Mrs. Chuffing Claws with a banging rum head.”
This just proves that nothing she does for those boys is for their benefit. The only reason she kept them up past midnight to open the Christmas boxes was because she wanted content for the gram. It would have made absolutely no difference if she put them to bed at 7:30 and gave them the boxes xmas morning. She’s a selfish mole!
 
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