All The Depth Of A Puddle Of Piss.
The woman who brought you Nihilist Christmas and Deforestation Garden Chic now brings you Navel Fluff Empathy.
I am disappointed and disheartened with what happened last week. I find it shameful that surrounding these tragic events there has been salacious gossip, unwarranted personal attacks, and false misleading accusations on me – from people who are looking to be relevant and have an agenda. This time is solely about healing our country and its citizens. It should not be used for personal gain.
Oh dear, perhaps you should inform hubby that he should stop.
I could barely read more, I began to weep for her diabolical suffering.
Leave Melania alone you meanies!
Her feelings as the First and most magnificent lady come first, you should have learnt your lesson by now! The photo shoot of her rugs was more important. How dare her hubbies supporters club interrupt, they should know their place.
The diary’s title comes from me closing the utility door and not noticing psycho-Kitty had snuck in, poor little sod. [We do love him BTW].