So. I think I know who accused us of being bad parents to Woof-Bags. It was cowardly and way out of order. So our first week kicks off on a nasty note (most will be way more silly!). Anyone in my position would feel the same. If you have an issue, have a chat, don't post lies through a letter box and sit in your scummy house in need of a makeover with your cats as a fifty year virgin patting yourself on the back. You are pathetic and need to get out more ... we were going to take pity on you and invite you round for a BBQ even after you stole a neighbours cat and took it to the Blue Cross based on a hunch. Freak!
You look at some people, sometimes and wonder why they are so lonely - in this case it really is because you are unpleasant, nasty and clearly bored. If I had one inch of actual proof, said fat arse would learn very quickly just why I was a Pastoral Head in a secondary school or the proud owner of a fondue set.
And so, here commenceth week one: Visible to neighbours should they be nosey enough to look through the window ... in manchester we say quite simply "Avv it bitch". I have censored the really bad word just in case ....
Limited blocks = paper intervention but the message is clear. Don't threaten my family bubble EVER! |
Fabulous hunni, love it ❤
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