Melore
Tiny Member
Tea lounge? RIDICULOUS.
At this stage, we need VODKA
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I can only fit in so many chaise longues for fallen ladies, though...
Tea lounge? RIDICULOUS.
At this stage, we need VODKA
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Yes that's the dastardly old slore - looks slightly younger than The Andes. Of course given her age the pregnancy thing is just a ruse (although I'm sure the belly is real) and the songs she erm...'sings' are all just twatwaffle about what a slut she's been and about as profound as skye's anal bleaching. Although YOU Melore...where is she....YOU Melore....is that enough ice Beebs (?)....could do well to have some form of entertainment in this empty cricket's dive.....perhaps the dulcet tones of Madame Gina from the film noir feature film and seminal classic Porco Rosso I mentioned earlier, she would spruce the place up a bit *leans over to beebs* if she could afford her - and some new wallpaper wouldn't hurt either.
I've just realised something. The two times I've really seen Skye go off the rails - on the stairs with Ryan and in the lounge with Lawson the other night - Priya wasn't there. In the first instance, Priya entered after and was asking Jason wtf happened and in the second she was stuck in the Sanctuary.
After seeing their discussion in the bedroom last night, I'm starting to think this isn't a coincidence.
I have been looking into changing the name to the @Mavis Beacon Memorial Tea Shack... (Do not test my patience, Mavis. I am all out of pep today. However, a selection of quality newspapers has been fanned out for your perusal and ladylike edification.)
Are they for reading or evening up the table legs.
They are for self-improvement - but if you find your own legs are a bit stumpy, by all means...
One minute, Bacon! I have come to my senses. (Pity sometimes does overwhelm the kindhearted.)
You don't like Priya. You don't like Skye. You are sojourning with an unmentionable. And you have suggested Miss Beaverhausen is a lush! I'll have you know she is the most glamorous lush this estab has ever hosted.
OUT OUT OUT! The doors are closed.
Melore, you need a FINAL SOLUTION for THE BEACON PROBLEM.
Start enforcing a NO FAT CHICKS rule.
Melore, you need a FINAL SOLUTION for THE BEACON PROBLEM.
Start enforcing a NO FAT CHICKS rule.
It's my own fault. I took pity on her scurrying around at the door hoovering up cake crumbs with her sad tired mouth...
I'm surprised she could get down that far.
Oh that must've been why there was that firetruck outside last week when I was passing by, to help a bitch up.
I was just trying to work out what a grand dragon was... my lord! Goggled it. The poor addled woman is wrapt up in dreams of her youth in the south, back in the early parts of last century.
when is a cat fight not a cat fight?
when it filled with dogs
Which is by no means the case, here
Carry on good pussy folk[DOUBLEPOST=1416964777][/DOUBLEPOST]
Ahh.. No comments from the cheap seats, please
Allow the bitchfest to play on
Ta