things that give me the sickness (a la Millie MacIntosh)
basically, the year was 2012 and horray henrietta Millie MacIntosh was stomping the Chelsea and Kensington streets in her boho-chic, fluffy gillet, teeny weeny shorts and feathered fedora. A woman who donned many iconic phrases, that have earned her name in the literary canon along with the greats. She may have been the woman whom called out her bestie and then boyfriend (now husband and baby papa) Hugo for hooking up whilst donning a delicious 1920s get-up, toasting 'here's to friendship.' Gosh they do not make them like this anymore.
the star of our show! |
2012 was the year of an increasingly vivacious social calendar for the UK: The London Olympics, the Queen's Diamond Jubilee, David Cameron leaving his daughter in t'pub!
poor sod not surprised she's clinging onto her mother like that |
Mental Maths equation: please work out the following addition sum.
+
2
answer
=poetry in motion
The Tosh has many an iconic moment in her roster, from calling Spencer Matthews a baker boy (due to his Kiera Knightly inspired baker boy cap), marrying Proffesor Green for the shits and gigs, and expressing faux surprise that her dog did not like MIC's Victoria Baker-Harber, given that "he usually gets on with other dogs".
supermarket shopping baskets inc. toilet paper
people ordering tuna melts (not me tho allow it)
'ex-presso'
ventriloquist acts
people talking too quiet
over handling food stuffs ie, hands all over a sandwhich and/or Daddy's Ketchup (awful name, worse brand) bottle
greasy hands over the tv remote/phone
laughing and saying 'yeah!' when you did not hear what someone said but cannot bear to ask them to repeat again
when you are the receipient of the dreaded above! ^^^
crumbs on lip
someone whose firstname is pluralised
enjoys the Big Bang Theory
listens to macho macho male podcasts ie steven bartlett
makes thirst trap tik toks
thirst traps
uses snapchat filters
tooooo baggy jeans
teenage relationships
the word "motherfucker"
being crude and crass
mirror selfies (unironic)
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