My family and I are huge fans of GBBO (Get it right, Americans, you refer to it as GBBO. End of. *Mary-Berry-stare*) purely because the show focuses on one thing that we all love - baking. And yes, it’s a ridiculously British concept - twelve people competing in a big marquee to bake stuff each week and all for a…
“I got the vaccine and all I got were bad reviews on CraigsList!”
Do me a massive, solid favour, Bumpkin-full-o-shite - find a volcano, put yourself in it.
Na, he clearly shops at Andrew Christian.
How long until the Queens of Cheap, the Kardashians, are photographed trying to pour their lardy whale arses into some Primarni?
Give the bastard a chemical castration.
I lost it at “look, it wasn’t my worst Wednesday night”. McKinnon is *amazing*
Dear idiot:
WORK IT GURL, WORK ITTTTTT! *snaps fingers*
Oh Kim, as my mother said the other night - I’d wish for you to be crucified for your “sacrifices” to your religion (read: mental delusion of choice) but I’m worried that there’s no wooden cross strong enough to hold your copious bullshit-laden corpse. In a world such as ours, the right of two people of the same…
I’ve got a dented stainless steel baseball bat for fucktards like him. I’ll hold him down, you do his kneecaps in first?
No, I’m sorry, but there is zero reason for anyone to treat anyone else in such a manner. The bastard assaulted her. I hope he ends up crucified for his actions. Disgusting bastard.
I remember when my tit of a cousin got married. Her maiden name was already quite long (Scottish surname, yes, we’re actual Scots and all I’ve got under my kilt are my testicles) and her juddering shitebag of a husband also had a rather lengthy name, being already double-barrelled. What did they decide to do?…