Bit of a failure. Animal Rescuer. Bristol Rovers supporter. Buy the animals a tin of food at https://teapawt.net/t.co/FKS24q1TmD
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Everyone, Mr Peppa Pig has joined here and wants me to add him. So now I have to explain why I am ‘Pervy Pepper’, don’t use my real name, and about all the reprobates that I follow (you)
I wish I was one of those people that suited a short fringe. I just look like I’m about to start primary school. It’s not a good look for me.
Top tip: Never let your Mother cut your fringe. She’s done it twice. The first time she cut through my eyelid and the second time (today) she’s made me look like Dave from Slade.
This coming weekend me and Ex would have been at an all expenses paid Wedding in Yorkshire. It’s his sisters so obviously he’s still going, but I am instead GOING TO SEE THE CURE! And then the next day pretending I’m in my teens and spending my cash at Afflecks Palace.
My favourite bit of the date was when he snorted whilst laughing then covered his mouth and said ‘oh no, Peppa Pig’ quietly to himself.
It’s my 50th next month and I’ve no clue what to do. Ex was planning me a party but that’s obviously not happening. Anyone got any ideas?
I went on a date, because I figured I needed some fun. And I wore my ‘lucky’ pants which aren’t actually fortunate or favourable. They are just a pair of cheap pants with the word ‘lucky’ printed on them.
My Mum is depressed because she thinks I’m going to die single and alone. And then get eaten by cats.
Just heard some lovely family news and am now a big sobbing mess. My ability to regulate my emotions is totally shot!
Which I don’t believe he is, or I wouldn’t have done this. His Mother will be angry at me because she’s insistent that he’s in a nice place doing well (clueless) but the way she’s treated me she can fuxk right off…
Today, fifty years ago, my Great Gran died. She was 96. I always thought she’d died of old age, but nope, she was run over on her way to work as a pub barmaid.
After a year from hell where I lost five loved ones, was first at the scene of a train accident, lost all my belongings in a flood and was (no fault) evicted, I went to see a counsellor who asked me why I was ‘feeling low’. I told her and her ‘oh my f***ing god’ really helped!
The maths ain’t mathing.
18 in 2020 and apparently 19 in 2026. Cue a lot of idiots taking this as gospel…
When I viewed the house I live in, I kept feeling a dog brushing against my leg, to the point I kept bending down to stroke it. It was a small but quite chunky dog. Turns out the previous owners had lost one a few months earlier. He’s not here now, think he moved with them.
