How about a Society for Cutting Up Mia? We could have badges an’ everyfin’ ( a subset of everyfin’ bein’ little slitty knives). Insufferable brat.
with apologies to V Solanas and male posters of a sensitive disposition
Obstinate platform; won’t do all caps in the header. Grrr.
You’d have to put full stops, I suspect.
I’ll join, though I think the being in lerve with the godlike Ruairi thing was worth it for his panicky reaction.
Tried it. Didn’t work.
Poor bluddy Ruairi: thought he handled it well, although the way she was on the phone should have made him suddenly need to wash his hair or whatever.
Hmmyson having sexual allure balances out the alky daughter in Brine’s tiny minds I suspect
Of course, what Meer could do is arrange to be delivered to Honeysuckle Cottage in a roll of 6mil polycover, Cleopatra-style, to be unrolled and emerge stifled, quite blue and dead, at Ruairi’s feet.
I thoroughly endorse this plan.
(Has anyone heard from Molly Button lately?)
I didn’t know she drove.*
Oh. Right…
Sign me up!
*Apart from listeners, wall, up the