If all goes well there are further plans for a silky pyjama party. This wiil be by invitation only. Strictly no bottom feeders, $440 each. All participants will get a fire place painting card, and a copy of landlords weekly as a memento.
This is her charitable contribution to funds for the needy. Possibly go to providing float therapy for release of tension of overwrort (sick) politicians. And they will have real cream on their delicious morsels especially imported from the USA from cows fed on certain herbs that give an aniseed flavour or such to it. And untouched by human hands, completely sterile, after being formed completely by automation. Only the best for our Dear Leader; and everyone will get to change into special lounging pyjamas that will be donated by the latest fashion designer making a name for their expensive concoctions amongst the glitterati. Don’t you wish you were one of them!!
Grey Warbler. They would be funny, if they weren’t out-Markling Meghan with their dopey delusions of grandeur, starting when Chris summoned the Mercedes’ to carry him a few yards up Bowen Street. They’ve lost the plot. Packing the official Thorndon residence with rellies to show off at Christmas was pathetic, and vulgar as. Now Mad Hatters’ Tea Party for the Real HouseHousewives of Auckland.
Grey Warbler. They would be funny, if they weren’t out-Markling Meghan with their dopey delusions of grandeur, starting when Chris summoned the Mercedes’ to carry him a few yards up Bowen Street. They’ve lost the plot. Packing the official Thorndon residence with rellies to show off at Christmas was pathetic, and vulgar as. Now Mad Hatters’ Tea Party for the Real HouseHousewives of Auckland.
Nah, I’m relieved I’m not one of them.
To get excited about having afternoon tea or lunch with any politician or their other half, sounds as mad as it is. A Mad Hatter’s Tea Party sums it up.
As someone else said, delusions of grandeur.
With this lot, you can imagine all the screechy voices trying to out-do each other.
I thought people like that went out with the ’80s, Darling.
Never mind, Chris will have a few nice leftovers for his lunch box that week.
It’s grotesque, when they plan to do away with school lunches.
We’ll be told off next via the media, for being rude and spoiling their fun.
My granny did this. They knitted socks for soldiers, jackets for babies, peggy squares to make blankets, and they didn’t have to pay her to do so. Made aprons and oven cloths too, jams and chutneys from home-grown fruit which they gave to the lucky recipients for free, giving us wonderful childhood memories as well as gourmet delights.
Ladies only. Doesn’t the PM trust his wife?
Gotta fill that deficit somehow.
If all goes well there are further plans for a silky pyjama party. This wiil be by invitation only. Strictly no bottom feeders, $440 each. All participants will get a fire place painting card, and a copy of landlords weekly as a memento.
Oh God.
Time to showcase the biceps of the entitled. Again.
What about lunches for the children of the poor ?
Let them eat cake.
Mine’s better!
This is her charitable contribution to funds for the needy. Possibly go to providing float therapy for release of tension of overwrort (sick) politicians. And they will have real cream on their delicious morsels especially imported from the USA from cows fed on certain herbs that give an aniseed flavour or such to it. And untouched by human hands, completely sterile, after being formed completely by automation. Only the best for our Dear Leader; and everyone will get to change into special lounging pyjamas that will be donated by the latest fashion designer making a name for their expensive concoctions amongst the glitterati. Don’t you wish you were one of them!!
Grey Warbler. They would be funny, if they weren’t out-Markling Meghan with their dopey delusions of grandeur, starting when Chris summoned the Mercedes’ to carry him a few yards up Bowen Street. They’ve lost the plot. Packing the official Thorndon residence with rellies to show off at Christmas was pathetic, and vulgar as. Now Mad Hatters’ Tea Party for the Real HouseHousewives of Auckland.
Grey Warbler. They would be funny, if they weren’t out-Markling Meghan with their dopey delusions of grandeur, starting when Chris summoned the Mercedes’ to carry him a few yards up Bowen Street. They’ve lost the plot. Packing the official Thorndon residence with rellies to show off at Christmas was pathetic, and vulgar as. Now Mad Hatters’ Tea Party for the Real HouseHousewives of Auckland.
There won’t be any from West Auckland. Well, we’re not housewives really. Not in the official sense.
Maybe Paula, with her famous scones.
This is strange. Two same comments from different pseudos! What’s this caused by Gentle Annie and Holly?
Nah, I’m relieved I’m not one of them.
To get excited about having afternoon tea or lunch with any politician or their other half, sounds as mad as it is. A Mad Hatter’s Tea Party sums it up.
As someone else said, delusions of grandeur.
With this lot, you can imagine all the screechy voices trying to out-do each other.
I thought people like that went out with the ’80s, Darling.
Never mind, Chris will have a few nice leftovers for his lunch box that week.
It’s grotesque, when they plan to do away with school lunches.
We’ll be told off next via the media, for being rude and spoiling their fun.
My granny did this. They knitted socks for soldiers, jackets for babies, peggy squares to make blankets, and they didn’t have to pay her to do so. Made aprons and oven cloths too, jams and chutneys from home-grown fruit which they gave to the lucky recipients for free, giving us wonderful childhood memories as well as gourmet delights.
Paula can announce the cost of her latest pair of shoes, the way that certain sorts of persons do.