Watching BB because nobody else is.
Here’s the lowdown on Alex.
Alex - Remember I told you
Other - Yeah bu…
Alex - Remember I told you
Other - But you’re just repeating yoursel…
Alex - Remember I told you
Other - Everything you’ve said is nonsensica…
Alex - Remember I told you
Other - But you’re clearly thick as pigshi…
Alex - Remember I told you
Other - That’s not a coherent argu…
Alex - Remember I told you
Other - Bu…
Alex - Remember I told you
Other - Wha…
Alex - Remember I told you
Other - *commits suicide*
Alex - Remember I told you
Other - *silence*
Alex - Remember I told you
Alex - Remember I told you
Alex - Remember I told you
Alex - Remember I told you
Alex - Remember I told you
Alex - Remember I told you
Alex - Remember I told you
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Alex - Remember I told you
(FADE OUT)
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‘Member I told you, right?
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Isn’t she wonderful?
But she has one or two other lines as well, some of them pinched from former BB housemates. I’m sure I heard her wittering another inane rant the other day as well, I think it was:
“I’m not being funny right, but …”
Yeah, just like Charlie Argy Bargy from last year (?) or “whenever”.
Another line of hers is: ‘You’re so degrading with your mouth’.
And anyone who continually goes on and on about, like, the shit they’ve had to go through, yeah? is skull-crushingly dull.
“And anyone who continually goes on and on about, like, the shit they’ve had to go through, yeah? is skull-crushingly dull.”
Are you having a pop at me?
No!
Seriously Sharon, I ain’t.
Your blog is a sincere reminiscence. It’s the polar opposite of Alex shouting about ‘the crap she’s seen’ despite her not being able to back it up with a single anecdote and despite the fact nobody gives a toss.
Chicken.
Thanks, Swineshead.
I am not a chicken - I’m a glorious peacock.
A peacock? So you wander around dressed like Liberace making awful screeching noises, do you? I thought as much …
*makes notes*
*rethinks position on what bird he’d be*
I was going to suggest an owl, but then remembered they shit out of their mouths like Piqued’s old women used to (lucky devil).
It’d be useful to have a spare anus in case you needed to dump in public. Maybe in your navel, or under an armpit.
I can sympathise with. I note your correspondant Napoleon suffers from the same intestinal condition I do - you could do with about eight anuses with that bastard, just to cope with the outflow. ‘Specially when you’ve been on the booze, curry, M&Ms, egg baps and cigars like wot I was yesterday.