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In many ways, Pats always had the potential to be a normal, contributing member of society. Yet with a face like a Picasso portrait after an artists night out, and a body that looks as though it was found by the contestants on “Dumped”, the pasty-faced dole-scrounger was potentially always going to have difficulties persuading employers to take a look at her C.V.
After being sacked by Sayers after being found to look less attractive to customers than a melting cornflake cake, and via her inability to actually make friends with staff whose I.Q. was less than the letters in their names, Pats was forced to move on.
Pats found salvation in cleaning bodily fluids off the tables in a local massage parlour for £1.76 an hour plus free use of the sunbeds. After touching more semen than a Royal Navy doctor, and receiving more tanning than an MFI bank-holiday sale couch, Pats again moved on.
Luck was with her though during this next move and, via a generous Sayers severence package (2 Jumbo Sausage Rolls and free Ketchup for life), plus some money working for Littlewoods catalogues as a model for Wellies, Pat delved into Cyberspace.
Initially, many chatters on websites were afeared of the monsterous woman with the hair-lip and facial tics. Yet once people came to realise that she was simply an imbecile and no real threat to their social standing, Pat was accepted as one of the crowd; a crowd which was usually confined to a small area on MySpace strongly controlled by strict moderators.
At this juncture Pats, having found a niche on the interweb stage, still enjoys acknowledgement rather than friendship from most people on here. Yet how long this “acceptance” will continue is anyones guess.
Please support the Halloween bash, “Pats a mong not a monster”, and give generously where possible.FUCK OFF
Its still to long to understand ffs :roll: :roll: :roll:
Is this anouther who wants ya pats
SIAN hello chick hows you going sweet heart x x x
@antjive wrote:
In many ways, Pats always had the potential to be a normal, contributing member of society. Yet with a face like a Picasso portrait after an artists night out, and a body that looks as though it was found by the contestants on “Dumped”, the pasty-faced dole-scrounger was potentially always going to have difficulties persuading employers to take a look at her C.V.
After being sacked by Sayers after being found to look less attractive to customers than a melting cornflake cake, and via her inability to actually make friends with staff whose I.Q. was less than the letters in their names, Pats was forced to move on.
Pats found salvation in cleaning bodily fluids off the tables in a local massage parlour for £1.76 an hour plus free use of the sunbeds. After touching more semen than a Royal Navy doctor, and receiving more tanning than an MFI bank-holiday sale couch, Pats again moved on.
Luck was with her though during this next move and, via a generous Sayers severence package (2 Jumbo Sausage Rolls and free Ketchup for life), plus some money working for Littlewoods catalogues as a model for Wellies, Pat delved into Cyberspace.
Initially, many chatters on websites were afeared of the monsterous woman with the hair-lip and facial tics. Yet once people came to realise that she was simply an imbecile and no real threat to their social standing, Pat was accepted as one of the crowd; a crowd which was usually confined to a small area on MySpace strongly controlled by strict moderators.
At this juncture Pats, having found a niche on the interweb stage, still enjoys acknowledgement rather than friendship from most people on here. Yet how long this “acceptance” will continue is anyones guess.
Please support the Halloween bash, “Pats a mong not a monster”, and give generously where possible.that’s quality! :lol: :lol: , we know pats wont have any come back, well not one of her own anyway, she just copy’s n paste’s other people’s stuff and passes it off as her own. (bit like 1 of angelbabes poems)
Aye up me duck… how ya doing my ikkle smudge?
@antjive wrote:
In many ways, Pats always had the potential to be a normal, contributing member of society. Yet with a face like a Picasso portrait after an artists night out, and a body that looks as though it was found by the contestants on “Dumped”, the pasty-faced dole-scrounger was potentially always going to have difficulties persuading employers to take a look at her C.V.
After being sacked by Sayers after being found to look less attractive to customers than a melting cornflake cake, and via her inability to actually make friends with staff whose I.Q. was less than the letters in their names, Pats was forced to move on.
Pats found salvation in cleaning bodily fluids off the tables in a local massage parlour for £1.76 an hour plus free use of the sunbeds. After touching more semen than a Royal Navy doctor, and receiving more tanning than an MFI bank-holiday sale couch, Pats again moved on.
Luck was with her though during this next move and, via a generous Sayers severence package (2 Jumbo Sausage Rolls and free Ketchup for life), plus some money working for Littlewoods catalogues as a model for Wellies, Pat delved into Cyberspace.
Initially, many chatters on websites were afeared of the monsterous woman with the hair-lip and facial tics. Yet once people came to realise that she was simply an imbecile and no real threat to their social standing, Pat was accepted as one of the crowd; a crowd which was usually confined to a small area on MySpace strongly controlled by strict moderators.
At this juncture Pats, having found a niche on the interweb stage, still enjoys acknowledgement rather than friendship from most people on here. Yet how long this “acceptance” will continue is anyones guess.
Please support the Halloween bash, “Pats a mong not a monster”, and give generously where possible.:lol: i’m lovin ur nightly posts. u only ave to pm me y know……….. :lol:
@antjive wrote:
In many ways, Pats always had the potential to be a normal, contributing member of society. Yet with a face like a Picasso portrait after an artists night out, and a body that looks as though it was found by the contestants on “Dumped”, the pasty-faced dole-scrounger was potentially always going to have difficulties persuading employers to take a look at her C.V.
After being sacked by Sayers after being found to look less attractive to customers than a melting cornflake cake, and via her inability to actually make friends with staff whose I.Q. was less than the letters in their names, Pats was forced to move on.
Pats found salvation in cleaning bodily fluids off the tables in a local massage parlour for £1.76 an hour plus free use of the sunbeds. After touching more semen than a Royal Navy doctor, and receiving more tanning than an MFI bank-holiday sale couch, Pats again moved on.
Luck was with her though during this next move and, via a generous Sayers severence package (2 Jumbo Sausage Rolls and free Ketchup for life), plus some money working for Littlewoods catalogues as a model for Wellies, Pat delved into Cyberspace.
Initially, many chatters on websites were afeared of the monsterous woman with the hair-lip and facial tics. Yet once people came to realise that she was simply an imbecile and no real threat to their social standing, Pat was accepted as one of the crowd; a crowd which was usually confined to a small area on MySpace strongly controlled by strict moderators.
At this juncture Pats, having found a niche on the interweb stage, still enjoys acknowledgement rather than friendship from most people on here. Yet how long this “acceptance” will continue is anyones guess.
Please support the Halloween bash, “Pats a mong not a monster”, and give generously where possible.
leave it out eh…ffs lifes too short to be such a picky person with a problem with an online person,,ya wanna resolve the world and mother nature first before getting damm annoyed with someone ya dont even know..
peace be wit ya bad self !!
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