MavisBeacon
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I'm getting flashbacks to last year's eel shenanigans. So bizarre. Who on earth wants this for Christmas dinner (but greener and no doubt.slipper)
Toni & Guy created THIS? Turns out I do not hanker after an expensive hairdresser after all#LindleyIsAFrau
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If only this part of Hungriest and Hurtiest: Crater of Charred Fragments, 2022 had actually been true.
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She could have avoided ☝THAT.
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Waiting for the re-run of the cremated budgie that would feed 8 people generously, with a side of (for the Blackadder buffs) suspicious looking sausages, and no roasties cos everyone said they didn’t want them, like all sane people do at XmasWe will all be sat there on Christmas morning waiting for the Christmas dinner recipe she promised to post when she got back from the school run 3 weeks earlier.
I'm getting flashbacks to last year's eel shenanigans. So bizarre. Who on earth wants this for Christmas dinner (but greener and no doubt.slipper)
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It's not hers, but last Christmas she was apparently doing eels and disturbingly green parsley liquor for Christmas dinner. Poor SB, I hope he had a lovely time away from her performative nonsenseWHAT IN THE LIVING duck IS THAT?!?
I need a lie down…. LJC indeed!
It's not hers, but last Christmas she was apparently doing eels and disturbingly green parsley liquor for Christmas dinner. Poor SB, I hope he had a lovely time away from her performative nonsense
Well we are still waiting for the Coronation spite trifle. You know from the celebrations for the queen who died over a year ago.We’re going to get a Xmas dinner chaos aren’t we? Stuffing granules will be involved in some terrible way - possibly on a trifle
Imagine acting like a desperate attention seeking teenager AS A JOB. She was branding this her Rather Renegade Christmas ("duck the rules"). Apart from a couple of die hards, the response was a resounding "That sounds bleeping disgusting" (paraphrasing here) and she never mentioned it again. Quite the Widdle Wenegade.It's not hers, but last Christmas she was apparently doing eels and disturbingly green parsley liquor for Christmas dinner. Poor SB, I hope he had a lovely time away from her performative nonsense
Fixed that for you.What goes on in her bleeping head?! What child ( or anyone of sane standing for that matter ) wants eelson Christmas DayEVER?!
Quick jump in a bath of bleach!a man trying it on with me after he had it off with Jack, but it's all muddled up in my head.
Ooh, you'd make an excellent spy, what with your charm and suave manners.Fixed that for you.
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Right, now where do I start...I had a Jack dream just before I woke this morning and you lot of ninnies had starring rolls. It was the weirdest dream you could think of. It has all got a bit hazy (I often quickly forget a dream, but remember the gist of it) so here goes with what I remember...
The UK had been taken over by a foreign force (may have been aliens?) and on the day of take over there was something about eating the same food for ever more. We were being used as an experiment for some reason.
Jack was a quisling, being her smarmy self whilst pretending to be one of the people. You ninnies voted for me to be a spy and get dirt on her, which I did. I went to some sort of meeting where I sat next to Jack and she had on that grey pov jumper.
She smelt terrible so I told her and gave her some sort of body spray and she chucked it back at me saying something about it not being expensive enough. When I reported back, all you lot were interested in was what she smelt like.
There was lots of other stuff going on, spaceships, Jack trying to be sexy, a man trying it on with me after he had it off with Jack, but it's all muddled up in my head.
Crimbleytime TrifleWe’re going to get a Xmas dinner chaos aren’t we? Stuffing granules will be involved in some terrible way - possibly on a trifle
I always find it interesting how we never seen a pap pic of her out walking the dog, looking like she has been burgering all night, or standing on the patio of some holiday apartment with her latest beau, looking pissed because hes only shagging her for her fame, but their never is. I mean even the one hot wonders get a where are they now mention.
Forget the mask, why is she wearing SB's school uniform?
She wants to try her amazing charity shops for that. I mean, she knows chazzers in which one can apparently pick up a Vivienne Westwood scarf for 50p, they must be selling second hand sieves for a ha'penny bit in there.Imagine having such misplaced confidence that you'd think a book telling people to use carabiners and an old cloth to drain pasta, rather than spend a quid on a seive would get you a forever home?