ChickenPorridge
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I almost respect the way she's never tempted to prove us all wrong like, "Slopslinger, am I? Well I'll show them!" and make something fresh/crisp looking
I almost respect the way she's never tempted to prove us all wrong like, "Slopslinger, am I? Well I'll show them!" and make something fresh/crisp looking
I heard William Sitwell (Eton educated, heir presumptive to the Sitwell baronetcy) describe himself as working class today
She’s totally a Tory. She just understands so little about politics that she doesn’t understand why she is.
I almost respect the way she's never tempted to prove us all wrong like, "Slopslinger, am I? Well I'll show them!" and make something fresh/crisp looking
Agree with every word of the longer post, but it’s always not often. And she later admitted she was LYING about her magical maniacal 2019 Stepford “sobriety”.As others have said, there's likely a huge dose of dysmorphia there - but it often seems like Jack is weaponising it, daring people to call her out for her over-filtering.
Yes!! This would be an ideal time to showcase summer salads! But no, she's still boiling everything to a mushI almost respect the way she's never tempted to prove us all wrong like, "Slopslinger, am I? Well I'll show them!" and make something fresh/crisp looking
Like the bed?and make something fresh/crisp looking
Why, thank you lovely miceys.That is not weirdness. It's an evolutionary protection mechanism, whereby your lizard brain warns you off slop.
It enabled your protozoan ancestors to survive the primordial soup andeventually over a few billion yearsproduce the fine upstanding example of a hominid that you are.
Agree with every word of the longer post, but it’s always not often. And she later admitted she was LYING about her magical maniacal 2019 Stepford “sobriety”. View attachment 2927707 qView attachment 2927706 qView attachment 2927710 qView attachment 2927712 qAnd it’s all bollocks anyway. These were all while she was sober
Just duck off and live your life in private, you pointless performative twit. And wash your bleeping sheets.
Yes, we have. In her “son’s room” that she plastered all over the internet, with decor of a row of Star Wars figures they were “safekeeping for the friend who lived in their car” until selflessly saved by Jack (whose rental contract precludes overnight guests).
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And her teddy bear
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And a load of her old tat shoved on and on top of the shelves
WHY JACK CANNOT HOUSE THE HOMELESS
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That’s vile! I’m an every week at worst bed changer. Every three days in summer. Dirty bedding gives meApparently she hasn't washed that bed linen since 2022
Yes!! This would be an ideal time to showcase summer salads! But no, she's still boiling everything to a mush
Be careful! We will all watermelon you and come over to yours in droves looking for dinner! It all sounds lovely.Right? The first proper summer-y weather of the year is always worth celebrating. I did a half shoulder of lamb on the barbecue last night, with a sandwich made from the leftovers this evening and tomorrow will do the remains with a pomegranate and green bean salad with a pilaf of some description.
And on Sunday, I'll do a couple of chickens, spatchcocked and marinaded in something, possibly piri-piri-ish. And the leftovers from that will do me into next week, depending on how many people actually turn up on Sunday - but probably a caesar salad and a paella at least.
And that's an actual paella, Jack, not a spray-painted rice pudding that's been put under the grill, with a pile of bin-scrapings thrown on top.
It's summer, or at least it almost is! Time for barbecues, and salads, and tapas, and bread & cheese & pâté, and fish. Not fish paste, Jack. Stop with the slop and make something with some bite to it!
What time shall I come over!? Omg that all sounds amazing!!!Right? The first proper summer-y weather of the year is always worth celebrating. I did a half shoulder of lamb on the barbecue last night, with a sandwich made from the leftovers this evening and tomorrow will do the remains with a pomegranate and green bean salad with a pilaf of some description.
And on Sunday, I'll do a couple of chickens, spatchcocked and marinaded in something, possibly piri-piri-ish. And the leftovers from that will do me into next week, depending on how many people actually turn up on Sunday - but probably a caesar salad and a paella at least.
And that's an actual paella, Jack, not a spray-painted rice pudding that's been put under the grill with a pile of bin-scrapings thrown on top. Ugh.
It's summer, or at least it almost is! Time for barbecues, and salads, and tapas, and bread & cheese & pâté, and fish. Not fish paste, Jack. Stop with the slop and make something with some bite to it!
Oh django, my heart goes out to you. Treated abominably and the humiliation goes on and on. Best of luck, lovelyThis! I am one of the WASPI women and still don't know if I will ever get a pension due to a fuckup by the DWP who have changed my date of birth on their records. I have done everything that I can to tell them that they are wrong, I have sent them copies of my birth certificate, pay slips and proof that I have been working and paying tax since I was 15 years old. I work hard cleaning private homes and holiday lets, so if me going to the post office or voting when you young 'uns are busy offends you so be it...
Yes, like she doesn’t do meat allegedly but cauliflower steaks are all the rage and she could easily steal one of those recipes but she would rather do slop.I almost respect the way she's never tempted to prove us all wrong like, "Slopslinger, am I? Well I'll show them!" and make something fresh/crisp looking
That’s for her careerAnd the ghost heart . Just why?
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She making up all sorts of rubbish for the clicks now, what a sad little life Jane.