My letting agency are under some deluded impression that, 2 weeks before i move out of the property, they can tell me i have a roll on contract for another 6 months than i am tied to. I didn’t sign anything. I told them 2 months ago i was leaving their piece of shit flat.
Hell nah, bitch. You best give me my deposit back before i lose my fucking shit.
Bobs Burger makes me want to rip my ears off. Those voices are horrific & it’s not slightly interesting or funny.
I didn’t realise how many girls i know don’t have a fucking clue about their cunts until this episode.
You know when you remember something & can’t stop cringing. I just remembered one of the first times i met Stephen’s mother was when she came round to his flat while i was there. I went to make her a cup of tea & left Tumblr open on some particularly aggressive lesbian porn.
I am my mothers daughter.