Imagine waking each morning to that screeching, opening your eyes and seeing her sour face an inch from yours, her gin-scented spittle flecking your face as she abuses you for whatever imagined slight her twisted sense of victimhood has conjured overnight.Originally Posted by Burney
Hmmm. I couldn't go near Phillips due to the smell. Abbott's a no-no since if that's she looks like scrubbed up, imagine the state of it first thing in the morning.
It'd have to be Soubry. I'd obviously devote my existence to making her live an utter misery and sexually degrading her, but such sacrifices must me made, I'm afraid.
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