It's time to chat some bollocks about fan-eat-its and bum.

No topic is of limit for these potty mouths found months.

So tell us all your secrets we'd like to share the truth.

Bad saggy tits and inner warts and ice cubes up your oof.

No holes bothered.

Hello Victoria! Hello, hello!

Oh my god, this is like a panicked summer holidays.

No, because it makes us look unprofessional.

I know, but we're not just two working mums trying to fucking boss the shit out of life for some crap.

No, what we always do, two mums.

Day three of the school of days already on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Oh, man.

You know, my daughter, aka the terrorist, is about to arrive behind from nursery.

She's not even off for the summer holidays.

This is like my last actually vaguely sane summer holiday

because I've only got one child at home.

So next year, I'm dreading it already, mate.

I mean, I like how you think you're going to get any level of sympathy from me.

Yeah, enough.

What a space is so popular.

Don't pan.

Yeah, she's, she's done.

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