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Don’t get me wrong I enjoy eating massive cheesy meaty burgers and pizza but not every day like these lot do.
The whole jealous come back is amusing, they have had to change their lives to the point they are behaving like rodents/scavengers only out when no one else is around and IF Creepy does ever go out he has the kids with him for protection.
They are missing out on major milestones in all their children’s lives to sit in a pool or tin can.
The biggest thing for me is the way they have all let themselves go personal hygiene wise , we are talk Wayne and Waynette levels here they even having the same hair except on the wrong sex
These people have given up on life and merely trying to survive they know their lives tit, they can’t go or do anything due to Chris’s actions, they are ridiculed online every where Twitter, YouTube, TikTok , Reddit and of course Tattle.
I've not posted much recently but have kept up with the threads. Today I've been bored and have written another "hater"-fic. I'll spoiler it as I don't want to bore anyone who's not interested
Christopher's eyes blinked slowly open, as morning sun glared through the crack in the curtains in the campervan of doom. There was a busy day ahead, packing the RVs mahoosive, tiny garage full of bikes and scooters which were too small for their kids, filling the fridge with copious amounts of lard and cheese, ensuring his "modifications" to the van had been completed. Monday morning had arrived, and he had tossed and turned from 4am after being up most of the night working on super duper van upgrades. Today was his birthday, and despite knowing he was still a young, virile, heart throb who all the females flocked to, an overwhelming anxiety had developed about getting older, it was a prospect that didn't fill him with joy.
He had slept in the caravan last night to avoid waking Sarah, but forgot to take a quilt so dozed off beneath some Tat and Me snuddies which he taken from the huge, unsold, pile lying in the garage of hoarders. They were going on holiday later that day, their 39th that year, and he had to get the aircon working again. It couldn't understand why but it had somehow broken while attempting to connect 8 TVs, 2 Xboxes, a playstation, 3 iPads, 5 laptops, 4 tablets and an extra aircon unit to the electric circuit, he had attempted to connect their washing machine from the mansion too but hadn't installed enough plug sockets, they barely washed their clothes anyway so that was something the could happily leave behind. Sarah didn't know he had broken the aircon yet, he knew when she found out she'd call him "stupid". But knew he could fix it, he was Chris De'Burgha, he could fix anything.
Recently he'd a reoccurring dream, Sarah said he'd been talking in his sleep. The dream replayed his memory of a Meet and Greet held a few years back when tens of thousands of IFam turned up to see him, screaming his name, attempting to climb the barriers just to get closer to him. Just a sideways glance from Chris in the direction of any female would have them weak at the knees and they knew it. Many had appeared wearing dirty green beanies in his honour. Sarah naively assumed the fans had shown up to see the girls, but he unwaveringly knew it was solely for him. "I mean how could they not!?" he scoffed, at 5'2 tall with a jet black ginger barcode fringe haircut, Claire's Accessories faux diamante nose stud, trendy waterproof size 4 UGGs, bangin' sweatshirt and jogger co-ords Sarah found reduced to clear in the Matalan sale. What wasn't to love!?
Looking good without any effort had always came naturally to Chris, people would stop and stare as he walked past them in the street, young women would start whispering to each other, with a look of shock on their faces. Growing up people always said his brother was the good looking one in the family, but look at him now, working for a fiver an hour as a 'Shirley from EastEnders' impersonator, whilst Chris was a soooooper famous youtuber.
Thoughts returning to matters at hand he wondered what Sarah and the girls had got him for his birthday, he knew it was something mega, after all he had overheard, the girls talking about "dad birthday and his fans" while looking excitedly at something on an iPad screen, so he had more than an inkling they'd arranged secret meet and greet for his birthday. "That would be DA-BOMB!" he exclaimed loudly, and jumped up from under the pile of wankets with vigour. According to Sarah they were stopping off somewhere "secret" on the way to their holiday location. She had refused to give any further details but he just knew it was to meet his fans. Putting on his Matalan jumper and joggers which he picked up off the floor, he combed his fingers downwards over his greasy hair to create his signature, barcode style fringe, glanced in the dirty mirror in the bathroom on his way past to leave, smiled and winked at himself. That's literally all it took for Chris DeBurgha to be primed and ready to start the day.
Later that afternoon, in the RV, Sarah was giving Chris directions. He wasn't allowed to use the satnav in case it spoiled the surprise, and her instructions had taken him to an area he was unfamiliar with. After driving for some time they reached what looked like an industrial estate, and Christopher was very confused. Sarah had banned him from asking any questions, the girls in the back had also been told to stay shtum, but he could hear them chattering away excitedly, they could barely contain themselves. His heart was beating rapidly, his sweaty palms made it difficult to control the steering wheel. He wondered how many IFam would be there, "absolutely no less that 500, probably a couple of thousand!", his mind was racing with expectation and he hadn't felt this happy in a long time.
Sarah directed him to pull up alongside a huge warehouse, "there must be a FEW thousand in there!" He thought excitedly. They got out of the RV and the girls told him he was to be blindfolded, and was to wear a pair of the girls pink fluffy ear muffs until they were ready to give him his gift. "That will be so I don't see, or hear the screaming fans calling my name!" thought Chris. They took his arms and guided him into the building, he'd been told beforehand he was to wait a minute for Sarah to set up the tripods and vlogging cameras. He understood this had to be captured this on film for the IFam that couldn't make it, he himself wanted to be able to watch it again and again, in the privacy of the RV when they got home, not that he'd tell Sarah that of course.
The girls told him they'd tap him on the shoulder to signal they were about to remove the blindfold and ear muffs. He couldn't take it any longer, he was going to pee himself! This was going to be MEGA, SOOOOOOOOOPER DUUUUUPER POW WOW! Just think of the views this would get! "SECRET BIRTHDAY SURPRISE FOR DAD WITH 5000 FANS!" His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a tap on his shoulder, a tug at his ears, and the blindfold slowly lift off, it was so bright, and loud! Must be all the IFam Taking pictures and shouting, only it didn't sound like screaming at all. Taking a few seconds for his eyes to adjust the exitment which had filled him turned slowly to confusion, then dread, "where were they!!!?" he thought. Looking frantically around all he could see, and hear, was fans, but not the type he had hoped for, these were ELECTRIC FANS! WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON!? Chris had had never been so confused! "WHERE ARE ALL MY FANS!?" He yelled, turning to Sarah and the girls, his face had turned beetroot with irritation. "Sorry, what!? Exclaimed Sarah, "you've been sleep talking about fans non stop for weeks, so me and the girls thought we would bring you to this fan factory shop to choose a special one for your birthday! They're even giving you a tour for the vlog!". Suddenly reality dawned on him, and his heart sank to his size 4 feet. There would be none of HIS special "fans". No-one screaming his name, asking him to write his signature of parts of their body, begging to have their photo taken next to him, so thankful to just breathe the same air as Chris De'Burgha. Realising he had made an utter twit of himself, and that it was currently being captured on video he tried to make a joke of it, all the while secretly seething. "I was kidding babes! Thank you sooooo much darlin', I love you so, so much, and thank you too girls, this is the best birthday gift evah!" Feeling proud of herself Sarah at devising such a great birthday gift she said "you're so, so welcome babes, so, so welcome, now, go on then, pick a fan!".
Christopher picked out the very best, cheapest fan he could, after all it was HIS credit card, paid for from their YouTube channel earnings, that was being used to pay for it. He toured the factory, and due to his vast knowledge of electricals lectured the owner on what he was doing wrong, Chris knew he had been sooooo grateful for the advice, and all modification tips on how he could make his fans better. And although he didn't admit it, the owner was a secret IFam member, it was obvious.
Sighing loudly as the left the factory to return to the RV, Chris carrying the box with his birthday fan inside, he felt deflated, and to be perfectly honest, a bit of a twit. Nowadays things just never seemed to turn out how he planned. Getting into the driver's seat he set the satnav to guide him to Lock Lamond, when suddenly his mood brightened. He'd remembered he'd heard about a massive IFam member who frequented the Lock, a guy who was into kayaking, and apparently he watched all of their videos. Maybe things weren't so bad after all, plus he'd gotten a new fan hadn't he? Maybe not the type of fan he'd intended, but it was all good. Sarah was cooking his favourite for tea, cheese slop, and she'd promised him he could wash her feet in a pot, as a special birthday treat. Yes, he had so much to look forward to he thought as he turned the key in the ignition with a smile on his face, and drove off to their next destination...
I am thinking the same as you, both her and Chris have terrible skin. I actually can't keep my eyes off it as the damage is beyond anything I have seen in people their age. I am thinking their pure ignorance in walking up and down in the sun is going to cause serious issues for one or both of them and they have 6 children to bring up and care for. The texture is that of some very old permatanned woman who had to work her life in boiling hot fields.
The boring food vlogs are samey and like you say where's the local food tasting other than lazy picking up a jar of something they have never had before
But treating their ifanny to different food dishes and genuinely tasting things, they may not like is beyond them. If you are paid for travel content it should explore local culture as a bare minimum imo. However, having said that their fan base love the basic pool, water, water, water. Eating slop and anything you could get at home. BORING STUPID CUNTS!
I've not posted much recently but have kept up with the threads. Today I've been bored and have written another "hater"-fic. I'll spoiler it as I don't want to bore anyone who's not interested
Christopher's eyes blinked slowly open, as morning sun glared through the crack in the curtains in the campervan of doom. There was a busy day ahead, packing the RVs mahoosive, tiny garage full of bikes and scooters which were too small for their kids, filling the fridge with copious amounts of lard and cheese, ensuring his "modifications" to the van had been completed. Monday morning had arrived, and he had tossed and turned from 4am after being up most of the night working on super duper van upgrades. Today was his birthday, and despite knowing he was still a young, virile, heart throb who all the females flocked to, an overwhelming anxiety had developed about getting older, it was a prospect that didn't fill him with joy.
He had slept in the caravan last night to avoid waking Sarah, but forgot to take a quilt so dozed off beneath some Tat and Me snuddies which he taken from the huge, unsold, pile lying in the garage of hoarders. They were going on holiday later that day, their 39th that year, and he had to get the aircon working again. It couldn't understand why but it had somehow broken while attempting to connect 8 TVs, 2 Xboxes, a playstation, 3 iPads, 5 laptops, 4 tablets and an extra aircon unit to the electric circuit, he had attempted to connect their washing machine from the mansion too but hadn't installed enough plug sockets, they barely washed their clothes anyway so that was something the could happily leave behind. Sarah didn't know he had broken the aircon yet, he knew when she found out she'd call him "stupid". But knew he could fix it, he was Chris De'Burgha, he could fix anything.
Recently he'd a reoccurring dream, Sarah said he'd been talking in his sleep. The dream replayed his memory of a Meet and Greet held a few years back when tens of thousands of IFam turned up to see him, screaming his name, attempting to climb the barriers just to get closer to him. Just a sideways glance from Chris in the direction of any female would have them weak at the knees and they knew it. Many had appeared wearing dirty green beanies in his honour. Sarah naively assumed the fans had shown up to see the girls, but he unwaveringly knew it was solely for him. "I mean how could they not!?" he scoffed, at 5'2 tall with a jet black ginger barcode fringe haircut, Claire's Accessories faux diamante nose stud, trendy waterproof size 4 UGGs, bangin' sweatshirt and jogger co-ords Sarah found reduced to clear in the Matalan sale. What wasn't to love!?
Looking good without any effort had always came naturally to Chris, people would stop and stare as he walked past them in the street, young women would start whispering to each other, with a look of shock on their faces. Growing up people always said his brother was the good looking one in the family, but look at him now, working for a fiver an hour as a 'Shirley from EastEnders' impersonator, whilst Chris was a soooooper famous youtuber.
Thoughts returning to matters at hand he wondered what Sarah and the girls had got him for his birthday, he knew it was something mega, after all he had overheard, the girls talking about "dad birthday and his fans" while looking excitedly at something on an iPad screen, so he had more than an inkling they'd arranged secret meet and greet for his birthday. "That would be DA-BOMB!" he exclaimed loudly, and jumped up from under the pile of wankets with vigour. According to Sarah they were stopping off somewhere "secret" on the way to their holiday location. She had refused to give any further details but he just knew it was to meet his fans. Putting on his Matalan jumper and joggers which he picked up off the floor, he combed his fingers downwards over his greasy hair to create his signature, barcode style fringe, glanced in the dirty mirror in the bathroom on his way past to leave, smiled and winked at himself. That's literally all it took for Chris DeBurgha to be primed and ready to start the day.
Later that afternoon, in the RV, Sarah was giving Chris directions. He wasn't allowed to use the satnav in case it spoiled the surprise, and her instructions had taken him to an area he was unfamiliar with. After driving for some time they reached what looked like an industrial estate, and Christopher was very confused. Sarah had banned him from asking any questions, the girls in the back had also been told to stay shtum, but he could hear them chattering away excitedly, they could barely contain themselves. His heart was beating rapidly, his sweaty palms made it difficult to control the steering wheel. He wondered how many IFam would be there, "absolutely no less that 500, probably a couple of thousand!", his mind was racing with expectation and he hadn't felt this happy in a long time.
Sarah directed him to pull up alongside a huge warehouse, "there must be a FEW thousand in there!" He thought excitedly. They got out of the RV and the girls told him he was to be blindfolded, and was to wear a pair of the girls pink fluffy ear muffs until they were ready to give him his gift. "That will be so I don't see, or hear the screaming fans calling my name!" thought Chris. They took his arms and guided him into the building, he'd been told beforehand he was to wait a minute for Sarah to set up the tripods and vlogging cameras. He understood this had to be captured this on film for the IFam that couldn't make it, he himself wanted to be able to watch it again and again, in the privacy of the RV when they got home, not that he'd tell Sarah that of course.
The girls told him they'd tap him on the shoulder to signal they were about to remove the blindfold and ear muffs. He couldn't take it any longer, he was going to pee himself! This was going to be MEGA, SOOOOOOOOOPER DUUUUUPER POW WOW! Just think of the views this would get! "SECRET BIRTHDAY SURPRISE FOR DAD WITH 5000 FANS!" His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a tap on his shoulder, a tug at his ears, and the blindfold slowly lift off, it was so bright, and loud! Must be all the IFam Taking pictures and shouting, only it didn't sound like screaming at all. Taking a few seconds for his eyes to adjust the exitment which had filled him turned slowly to confusion, then dread, "where were they!!!?" he thought. Looking frantically around all he could see, and hear, was fans, but not the type he had hoped for, these were ELECTRIC FANS! WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON!? Chris had had never been so confused! "WHERE ARE ALL MY FANS!?" He yelled, turning to Sarah and the girls, his face had turned beetroot with irritation. "Sorry, what!? Exclaimed Sarah, "you've been sleep talking about fans non stop for weeks, so me and the girls thought we would bring you to this fan factory shop to choose a special one for your birthday! They're even giving you a tour for the vlog!". Suddenly reality dawned on him, and his heart sank to his size 4 feet. There would be none of HIS special "fans". No-one screaming his name, asking him to write his signature of parts of their body, begging to have their photo taken next to him, so thankful to just breathe the same air as Chris De'Burgha. Realising he had made an utter twit of himself, and that it was currently being captured on video he tried to make a joke of it, all the while secretly seething. "I was kidding babes! Thank you sooooo much darlin', I love you so, so much, and thank you too girls, this is the best birthday gift evah!" Feeling proud of herself Sarah at devising such a great birthday gift she said "you're so, so welcome babes, so, so welcome, now, go on then, pick a fan!".
Christopher picked out the very best, cheapest fan he could, after all it was HIS credit card, paid for from their YouTube channel earnings, that was being used to pay for it. He toured the factory, and due to his vast knowledge of electricals lectured the owner on what he was doing wrong, Chris knew he had been sooooo grateful for the advice, and all modification tips on how he could make his fans better. And although he didn't admit it, the owner was a secret IFam member, it was obvious.
Sighing loudly as the left the factory to return to the RV, Chris carrying the box with his birthday fan inside, he felt deflated, and to be perfectly honest, a bit of a twit. Nowadays things just never seemed to turn out how he planned. Getting into the driver's seat he set the satnav to guide him to Lock Lamond, when suddenly his mood brightened. He'd remembered he'd heard about a massive IFam member who frequented the Lock, a guy who was into kayaking, and apparently he watched all of their videos. Maybe things weren't so bad after all, plus he'd gotten a new fan hadn't he? Maybe not the type of fan he'd intended, but it was all good. Sarah was cooking his favourite for tea, cheese slop, and she'd promised him he could wash her feet in a pot, as a special birthday treat. Yes, he had so much to look forward to he thought as he turned the key in the ignition with a smile on his face, and drove off to their next destination...
Can’t beat it, but I did get VIP tickets to see some guy from New Jersey play London the other week. Twice. Plus his friend from Long Island.
Younger folks - I’m referring to Bruce Springsteen & Billy Joel
I don’t get why the Inghams don’t spend more time in their fantastic home capital city? London has such a variety of interesting sites, activities, food, even shopping.
Every damn day they are in some average pool, raving about some water slide & crap dinner - when they could be immersing themselves and their offspring in fascinating culture. Even the museums are free. I mean obviously, I’m glad they were not there when I was, but they could learn so much. Considering how often they have flown, the Science Museum would be an excellent place to learn how planes work and see the engines up close.
But no - they’d probably gravitate to the nearest Primark.
So many missed opportunities, so many wasted years.
From what I’ve seen online of Taylor Swift shows, she’s pretty much drowned out by squealing teens/pre-teens. I guess it’s not that different from when the Beatles first played stadiums & they were drowned out by the screams - but the sound systems were not so developed back then.
It was outstanding to see these two men in their 70s deliver such compelling shows. Bruce played well over 3 hours - no dancers, no miming and definitely no costume change - although he did rip his shirt open at one point
Bet Taylor won’t be doing that when she’s pushing 74
big fan of Springsteen seen him multiple times. Been a fan of Taylor since 07 and have said for years she’s my generation Springsteen… their storytelling is very similar and always thought I could see her in her 70s doing what Bruce does. he’s Incredible… although his fans were some of the rudest I’ve come across in the crowds. People double my age being so rude. And what do u mean no dancers? Bruce does the dancing I have mad respect she has extend her set time and I think most artists should be.
but as a big fan of both I see SOOO many similarities in them both. Their songwriting in particular
I wonder if lazy likes travelling because she can keep an eye on creepy, no trips to the office, no skating. Although I’m sure another girl will come out the woodwork soon.
I've not posted much recently but have kept up with the threads. Today I've been bored and have written another "hater"-fic. I'll spoiler it as I don't want to bore anyone who's not interested
Christopher's eyes blinked slowly open, as morning sun glared through the crack in the curtains in the campervan of doom. There was a busy day ahead, packing the RVs mahoosive, tiny garage full of bikes and scooters which were too small for their kids, filling the fridge with copious amounts of lard and cheese, ensuring his "modifications" to the van had been completed. Monday morning had arrived, and he had tossed and turned from 4am after being up most of the night working on super duper van upgrades. Today was his birthday, and despite knowing he was still a young, virile, heart throb who all the females flocked to, an overwhelming anxiety had developed about getting older, it was a prospect that didn't fill him with joy.
He had slept in the caravan last night to avoid waking Sarah, but forgot to take a quilt so dozed off beneath some Tat and Me snuddies which he taken from the huge, unsold, pile lying in the garage of hoarders. They were going on holiday later that day, their 39th that year, and he had to get the aircon working again. It couldn't understand why but it had somehow broken while attempting to connect 8 TVs, 2 Xboxes, a playstation, 3 iPads, 5 laptops, 4 tablets and an extra aircon unit to the electric circuit, he had attempted to connect their washing machine from the mansion too but hadn't installed enough plug sockets, they barely washed their clothes anyway so that was something the could happily leave behind. Sarah didn't know he had broken the aircon yet, he knew when she found out she'd call him "stupid". But knew he could fix it, he was Chris De'Burgha, he could fix anything.
Recently he'd a reoccurring dream, Sarah said he'd been talking in his sleep. The dream replayed his memory of a Meet and Greet held a few years back when tens of thousands of IFam turned up to see him, screaming his name, attempting to climb the barriers just to get closer to him. Just a sideways glance from Chris in the direction of any female would have them weak at the knees and they knew it. Many had appeared wearing dirty green beanies in his honour. Sarah naively assumed the fans had shown up to see the girls, but he unwaveringly knew it was solely for him. "I mean how could they not!?" he scoffed, at 5'2 tall with a jet black ginger barcode fringe haircut, Claire's Accessories faux diamante nose stud, trendy waterproof size 4 UGGs, bangin' sweatshirt and jogger co-ords Sarah found reduced to clear in the Matalan sale. What wasn't to love!?
Looking good without any effort had always came naturally to Chris, people would stop and stare as he walked past them in the street, young women would start whispering to each other, with a look of shock on their faces. Growing up people always said his brother was the good looking one in the family, but look at him now, working for a fiver an hour as a 'Shirley from EastEnders' impersonator, whilst Chris was a soooooper famous youtuber.
Thoughts returning to matters at hand he wondered what Sarah and the girls had got him for his birthday, he knew it was something mega, after all he had overheard, the girls talking about "dad birthday and his fans" while looking excitedly at something on an iPad screen, so he had more than an inkling they'd arranged secret meet and greet for his birthday. "That would be DA-BOMB!" he exclaimed loudly, and jumped up from under the pile of wankets with vigour. According to Sarah they were stopping off somewhere "secret" on the way to their holiday location. She had refused to give any further details but he just knew it was to meet his fans. Putting on his Matalan jumper and joggers which he picked up off the floor, he combed his fingers downwards over his greasy hair to create his signature, barcode style fringe, glanced in the dirty mirror in the bathroom on his way past to leave, smiled and winked at himself. That's literally all it took for Chris DeBurgha to be primed and ready to start the day.
Later that afternoon, in the RV, Sarah was giving Chris directions. He wasn't allowed to use the satnav in case it spoiled the surprise, and her instructions had taken him to an area he was unfamiliar with. After driving for some time they reached what looked like an industrial estate, and Christopher was very confused. Sarah had banned him from asking any questions, the girls in the back had also been told to stay shtum, but he could hear them chattering away excitedly, they could barely contain themselves. His heart was beating rapidly, his sweaty palms made it difficult to control the steering wheel. He wondered how many IFam would be there, "absolutely no less that 500, probably a couple of thousand!", his mind was racing with expectation and he hadn't felt this happy in a long time.
Sarah directed him to pull up alongside a huge warehouse, "there must be a FEW thousand in there!" He thought excitedly. They got out of the RV and the girls told him he was to be blindfolded, and was to wear a pair of the girls pink fluffy ear muffs until they were ready to give him his gift. "That will be so I don't see, or hear the screaming fans calling my name!" thought Chris. They took his arms and guided him into the building, he'd been told beforehand he was to wait a minute for Sarah to set up the tripods and vlogging cameras. He understood this had to be captured this on film for the IFam that couldn't make it, he himself wanted to be able to watch it again and again, in the privacy of the RV when they got home, not that he'd tell Sarah that of course.
The girls told him they'd tap him on the shoulder to signal they were about to remove the blindfold and ear muffs. He couldn't take it any longer, he was going to pee himself! This was going to be MEGA, SOOOOOOOOOPER DUUUUUPER POW WOW! Just think of the views this would get! "SECRET BIRTHDAY SURPRISE FOR DAD WITH 5000 FANS!" His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a tap on his shoulder, a tug at his ears, and the blindfold slowly lift off, it was so bright, and loud! Must be all the IFam Taking pictures and shouting, only it didn't sound like screaming at all. Taking a few seconds for his eyes to adjust the exitment which had filled him turned slowly to confusion, then dread, "where were they!!!?" he thought. Looking frantically around all he could see, and hear, was fans, but not the type he had hoped for, these were ELECTRIC FANS! WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON!? Chris had had never been so confused! "WHERE ARE ALL MY FANS!?" He yelled, turning to Sarah and the girls, his face had turned beetroot with irritation. "Sorry, what!? Exclaimed Sarah, "you've been sleep talking about fans non stop for weeks, so me and the girls thought we would bring you to this fan factory shop to choose a special one for your birthday! They're even giving you a tour for the vlog!". Suddenly reality dawned on him, and his heart sank to his size 4 feet. There would be none of HIS special "fans". No-one screaming his name, asking him to write his signature of parts of their body, begging to have their photo taken next to him, so thankful to just breathe the same air as Chris De'Burgha. Realising he had made an utter twit of himself, and that it was currently being captured on video he tried to make a joke of it, all the while secretly seething. "I was kidding babes! Thank you sooooo much darlin', I love you so, so much, and thank you too girls, this is the best birthday gift evah!" Feeling proud of herself Sarah at devising such a great birthday gift she said "you're so, so welcome babes, so, so welcome, now, go on then, pick a fan!".
Christopher picked out the very best, cheapest fan he could, after all it was HIS credit card, paid for from their YouTube channel earnings, that was being used to pay for it. He toured the factory, and due to his vast knowledge of electricals lectured the owner on what he was doing wrong, Chris knew he had been sooooo grateful for the advice, and all modification tips on how he could make his fans better. And although he didn't admit it, the owner was a secret IFam member, it was obvious.
Sighing loudly as the left the factory to return to the RV, Chris carrying the box with his birthday fan inside, he felt deflated, and to be perfectly honest, a bit of a twit. Nowadays things just never seemed to turn out how he planned. Getting into the driver's seat he set the satnav to guide him to Lock Lamond, when suddenly his mood brightened. He'd remembered he'd heard about a massive IFam member who frequented the Lock, a guy who was into kayaking, and apparently he watched all of their videos. Maybe things weren't so bad after all, plus he'd gotten a new fan hadn't he? Maybe not the type of fan he'd intended, but it was all good. Sarah was cooking his favourite for tea, cheese slop, and she'd promised him he could wash her feet in a pot, as a special birthday treat. Yes, he had so much to look forward to he thought as he turned the key in the ignition with a smile on his face, and drove off to their next destination...
The hilarious thing about them spending thousands on Taylor Swift tickets is the kids are so fickle they'll most likely be on to the next craze we'll before they go to the concert.
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I have mad respect she has extend her set time and I think most artists should be.
thanks so so much
