Jack and Her cunting cancer cosplay with that stupid headscarf, and her threatened recipes for ouchy mouth was the cuntiest Jack ever. Because cancer is just lying on a hospital bed looking brave and wan, and grinning thumbs up when you are attached to a drip.
Quick reminder Jack, for lots of us it's more than an ouchy mouth, and a slightly diminished appitite. The treatment can duck with tastebuds so everything tastes tit, and the stomach cramps, and the diarrhoea andconstipation, and the constant nausea the vomiting, and the fatigue like nothing you have ever known. And in my case, a peg, as I couldn't swallow because the radiotherapy left me with burns and ulcers in my mouth and throat.
bleep.
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. She's a single Mum and full time carer for him and wanted to get a specially modified tricycle. Loved seeing him riding around on it 
) prob. overwhelmingly a load of MC academics-who likely LOVE her incisive Guardian pieces and “all the good that she does”. Won’t stop her banging on about it like she’s just won the Nobel Peace Prize when she hears tho. My cats’ turds have contributed about as much to “Public Understanding of Social Policy” as that shameless grifting slopmonster)
