Dobbythehouseelf
Well-known member
Sorry, she did what? Bloody hell...Giggling about fisting leggy is a low point for me.
Sorry, she did what? Bloody hell...Giggling about fisting leggy is a low point for me.
Oh yeah he was also a possibility.That would make my day xxxx
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See, I always thought Burger Boy was SB'S dad. I'm probably alone in my opinion but it just makes sense to me.
I'm also pretty sure they reconciled and he moved in after he split with his wife. I'm not 100% sure of the timeline but it was around the time she gate crashed the first caravan holiday. The one where she posted the 3 kiddie cups and kept going on about 'our' children. Then there were the posts about being cuddled up in bed with SB'S brother and rearranging the rooms in the bungamansion.
She always posts everything she can to wind up SBs step mum (the Mrs Gloss nonsense being peak jealousy of the step mum) and to me the 'burger boy' gobshite was along the same lines as she'd done previously to wind the SM up.
IMHO, the bizarre, unnecessary and fleeting visits and posts were to let a certain someone know there had been a visitation.
Again, just my opinion m'lud.
You don’t know the “bit gauche, darling” origin story????Sorry, she did what? Bloody hell...
I do not...not sure I want to!Oh yeah he was also a possibility.
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You don’t know the “bit gauche, darling” origin story????
It’s a tv clipI do not...not sure I want to!
I do not...not sure I want to!
Guest and Allegra did an interview for Diva magazine where guest told a story about making carbonara for the first time and said she had to "get in there" and made a fisting motion. Then Leggy hastily cut her off with "darling, that's a bit gauche!"
My gran used to serve Yorkshire pudding that made Jack's look edible. I was twelve before I realised Yorkshire puddings were meant to be light and airy, not an inch-thick mass of solid batter.My grandma used to boil tinned potatoes for bleeping ages god love her. Served with salmon cooked in the oven for 45 minutes. God I miss the absolute tit she used to serve up.
I remember my gran cooking the Sunday roast on Saturday night and then warming it up for Sunday lunch. Reader, it was a tad dry.My gran used to serve Yorkshire pudding that made Jack's look edible. I was twelve before I realised Yorkshire puddings were meant to be light and airy, not an inch-thick mass of solid batter.
Oh dear. My mother is terrible but she inherited the family baking gene thank god.My gran used to serve Yorkshire pudding that made Jack's look edible. I was twelve before I realised Yorkshire puddings were meant to be light and airy, not an inch-thick mass of solid batter.
Think we need a Food & Drink Therapy thread. Oh wait....My grandma would boil potatoes in their skins then peel them before serving. They were always cold and horrible. I don't remember ever getting nice crispy roasties
Hang on
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That would make my day xxxx
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See, I always thought Burger Boy was SB'S dad. I'm probably alone in my opinion but it just makes sense to me.
I'm also pretty sure they reconciled and he moved in after he split with his wife. I'm not 100% sure of the timeline but it was around the time she gate crashed the first caravan holiday. The one where she posted the 3 kiddie cups and kept going on about 'our' children. Then there were the posts about being cuddled up in bed with SB'S brother and rearranging the rooms in the bungamansion.
She always posts everything she can to wind up SBs step mum (the Mrs Gloss nonsense being peak jealousy of the step mum) and to me the 'burger boy' gobshite was along the same lines as she'd done previously to wind the SM up.
IMHO, the bizarre, unnecessary and fleeting visits and posts were to let a certain someone know there had been a visitation.
Again, just my opinion m'lud.
Ugh yeah, he’s grim af.He’s a creep and a wrong ‘un. Any sane woman would have run a mile.
Those grimy modelling photos he takes, breeding inbred cats, working at Greggs. He’s like a minor character in This Country.
Don’t believe for a second they ever reconciled. She just did everything she possibly could to upset SB’s Stepmum for years on end before and after Stepmum split with him, and to tag herself along loudly on every family vacay with SB’s dad who’s seemingly one of the only people who’s never told her no.See, I always thought Burger Boy was SB'S dad. I'm probably alone in my opinion but it just makes sense to me.
I'm also pretty sure they reconciled and he moved in after he split with his wife. I'm not 100% sure of the timeline but it was around the time she gate crashed the first caravan holiday. The one where she posted the 3 kiddie cups and kept going on about 'our' children. Then there were the posts about being cuddled up in bed with SB'S brother and rearranging the rooms in the bungamansion.
She always posts everything she can to wind up SBs step mum (the Mrs Gloss nonsense being peak jealousy of the step mum) and to me the 'burger boy' gobshite was along the same lines as she'd done previously to wind the SM up.
IMHO, the bizarre, unnecessary and fleeting visits and posts were to let a certain someone know there had been a visitation.
Again, just my opinion m'lud.
"I stare at her arms, tattooed with meaningful, poetic art, muscular from years of bench pressing tinned potatoes, as she tells me about her kind, supportive, centaur lover."
CORRECTION: harrrrrrumphing.Mr Hattenstone! How nice of you to join us here! Hope you've been enjoying all the gossip and fact-checking.
You’d certainly smell itIf she had ferrets AND guinea pigs in a flat, then I could see tragedy.