THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE WAS MEETING JOYCE DOG POOPTER… THE GRAND POOPTER OF ALL EXISTANCE… THE POOP OF DOGS, THAT FAT ARSE RUNNING AWAY FROM ALL THE TROUBLE SHE CAUSED. THAT UGLY FACE, THAT OLD FACE, THAT SAGGING CON ARTIST ARSE WOBBLING AWAY … THAT MOUTH HER ARAB HUSBAND SHOULD HAVE BASHED IN FOR HER.
ALL SHE WAS WAS A P*** RING RUNNER. THE LOWEST OF THE LOW S*** BAGS.
