Now's the time to admit who is her 'admirer'........

That Cuddles, he's a fucking card. Cyprus, my Arse... ;-) I must say though, he's been quite inspired naming a room in his cellar after a country.

He won't be pleased to read this though, he likes them fat and ginger:

The mother has lost three stone while locked up and has changed her hair colour to avoid being recognised once freed.

Quote from the article: "She’s had a bashing quite a few times. Once a shampoo bottle was thrown and it hit her in the face."

You know, if I had a heart I'm sure it would be bleeding right now.

As things stand the only pain in my chest is from inhaling coffee whilst laughing myself silly.
Is it too much to hope the admirer is actually a budding serial killer?

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