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Something like that, anyway.
20 years ago, my mother walked into her bedroom and found her then husband in their bed, sleeping with another woman.
So it's safe to say she was shocked when she was reading this weeks Chat, and saw a picture of Tracey (the woman who was in her bed). Tracey's husband had cheated on her with her best mate, and so she sold (I think you get money for it, anyway) her story to Chat.
It sickens me, as 20 years before, she done it, knowing that my mothers ex was married.
I would love to write into Chat and inform them that Tracey is a cheat herself, but my mum says that they are fine with each other now. Meh.
To make things worse, Tracey is a dog...my mum's ex must have been bloody blind!
I guess it's a blessing in disguise...my dad basically saved my mum (she had no food in the fridge and she frequently had epileptic attacks); he brought up her kids as his own and her attacks went down drastically.
Meh, ah well. What comes around goes around.
20 years ago, my mother walked into her bedroom and found her then husband in their bed, sleeping with another woman.
So it's safe to say she was shocked when she was reading this weeks Chat, and saw a picture of Tracey (the woman who was in her bed). Tracey's husband had cheated on her with her best mate, and so she sold (I think you get money for it, anyway) her story to Chat.
It sickens me, as 20 years before, she done it, knowing that my mothers ex was married.
I would love to write into Chat and inform them that Tracey is a cheat herself, but my mum says that they are fine with each other now. Meh.
To make things worse, Tracey is a dog...my mum's ex must have been bloody blind!
I guess it's a blessing in disguise...my dad basically saved my mum (she had no food in the fridge and she frequently had epileptic attacks); he brought up her kids as his own and her attacks went down drastically.
Meh, ah well. What comes around goes around.
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Something like that, anyway.
20 years ago, my mother walked into her bedroom and found her then husband in their bed, sleeping with another woman.
So it's safe to say she was shocked when she was reading this weeks Chat, and saw a picture of Tracey (the woman who was in her bed). Tracey's husband had cheated on her with her best mate, and so she sold (I think you get money for it, anyway) her story to Chat.
It sickens me, as 20 years before, she done it, knowing that my mothers ex was married.
I would love to write into Chat and inform them that Tracey is a cheat herself, but my mum says that they are fine with each other now. Meh.
To make things worse, Tracey is a dog...my mum's ex must have been bloody blind!
I guess it's a blessing in disguise...my dad basically saved my mum (she had no food in the fridge and she frequently had epileptic attacks); he brought up her kids as his own and her attacks went down drastically.
Meh, ah well. What comes around goes around.
20 years ago, my mother walked into her bedroom and found her then husband in their bed, sleeping with another woman.
So it's safe to say she was shocked when she was reading this weeks Chat, and saw a picture of Tracey (the woman who was in her bed). Tracey's husband had cheated on her with her best mate, and so she sold (I think you get money for it, anyway) her story to Chat.
It sickens me, as 20 years before, she done it, knowing that my mothers ex was married.
I would love to write into Chat and inform them that Tracey is a cheat herself, but my mum says that they are fine with each other now. Meh.
To make things worse, Tracey is a dog...my mum's ex must have been bloody blind!
I guess it's a blessing in disguise...my dad basically saved my mum (she had no food in the fridge and she frequently had epileptic attacks); he brought up her kids as his own and her attacks went down drastically.
Meh, ah well. What comes around goes around.
Okay.
We've all boned Tracey.
And his mum.
And her then husband.
And her then husband.
lol i think i read that story or maybe i fell asleep or maybe i screamed lol if she was a dog
Ah yes, now I remember why I rarely visit this place.
Bunch of retards...
Bunch of retards...
Hats off to your mum, DW.
Timmargh wrote:
> Hats off to your mum, DW.
Plus numerous other pieces of clothing.
> Hats off to your mum, DW.
Plus numerous other pieces of clothing.
im not a retard excuse me
lil black cat wrote:
> im not a retard excuse me
Ahar
> im not a retard excuse me
Ahar
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