- BAD DATES CLUB (32)
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32 YEARS OF HURT: LIVING WITH FOOTBALL.
All I want to do is get rid of the ball, so I can go home and resume Polly’s pool party in Polly Pocket land.
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#LIVINGYOURBESTLIFE? WHAT I LEARNT WHEN I MOVED TO AUSTRALIA.
The problem with moving to Australia was that I had to bring myself with me.
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THE WEEK I BECAME A CRAZY CAT LADY.
Cats have mastered the subtle art of not giving a f***.
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OUT OF 10, HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THIS, MY DEAR?
If the partner’s number is higher than the other, then they get their way…
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CAN YOU PULL OFF YOUR NAME?
“Everyone always forgets the tzatziki,” Oliver said, very proud of himself
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THE WEEKEND I GOT NEW EYES.
I knew, even with my eyes closed, he was attempting to build the John Lewis trolley. “Leave it! I will do it when I can see again!” I shouted from the bed.
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