ianrobbo1
good looking AND modest
The Fiat 500.
The female equivalent to the Fiesta ST, the Fiat 500 is suitable only for female or homosexual. Yes, there are a few lads who drive the faster ones, but they wear no socks with their silly tracksuits and cry after sex.
Anyway. Your typical Fiat 500 driver will be a "Shannon", or a "Demi". It will be white, but on the odd occasion will be pink and she will describe herself as "Barbie". Except we don't remember Barbie getting folded up like a deckchair behind a portable toilet at Creamfields, full of horse tranquilizers.
Possibly a self-appointed "MUA", the female version of a "PT". Her nudes will set you back 20 quid for the Premium, and that goes on either a pair of tits or sunglasses for her dickhead dog.
A vapid, hollow shell of a person with no hobbies or interests beyond her own vanity, she has Liverpool/Ibiza in her bio, since she was there for 10 days in July. She has an over-inflated sense of self-worth, despite bringing nothing to the table except a Level 2 Hair and Beauty and a few quotes about mental health. Claims "Anxiety", then goes out Friday to Sunday in a leotard and gets smashed off a brickie called Ross with a Fiesta ST and a sleeve tattoo, until she eventually lands home looking like a raccoon and tells everyone he raped her despite a ten second iPhone 4 vid of her sniffing lines of gear off a chopper.
Listen to us. No one gives a fuck about your nails, your handbag, your Michael Kors watch, your spikey shoes, your dog, your inspirational quotes, or your fucking Fiat 500. Sort it out before you've 2 kids to a local drug dealer, you're doing Ann Summers parties in a 26th floor flat, and the "laugh" in "Live, laugh, love" is hanging off the living room wall.
The female equivalent to the Fiesta ST, the Fiat 500 is suitable only for female or homosexual. Yes, there are a few lads who drive the faster ones, but they wear no socks with their silly tracksuits and cry after sex.
Anyway. Your typical Fiat 500 driver will be a "Shannon", or a "Demi". It will be white, but on the odd occasion will be pink and she will describe herself as "Barbie". Except we don't remember Barbie getting folded up like a deckchair behind a portable toilet at Creamfields, full of horse tranquilizers.
Possibly a self-appointed "MUA", the female version of a "PT". Her nudes will set you back 20 quid for the Premium, and that goes on either a pair of tits or sunglasses for her dickhead dog.
A vapid, hollow shell of a person with no hobbies or interests beyond her own vanity, she has Liverpool/Ibiza in her bio, since she was there for 10 days in July. She has an over-inflated sense of self-worth, despite bringing nothing to the table except a Level 2 Hair and Beauty and a few quotes about mental health. Claims "Anxiety", then goes out Friday to Sunday in a leotard and gets smashed off a brickie called Ross with a Fiesta ST and a sleeve tattoo, until she eventually lands home looking like a raccoon and tells everyone he raped her despite a ten second iPhone 4 vid of her sniffing lines of gear off a chopper.
Listen to us. No one gives a fuck about your nails, your handbag, your Michael Kors watch, your spikey shoes, your dog, your inspirational quotes, or your fucking Fiat 500. Sort it out before you've 2 kids to a local drug dealer, you're doing Ann Summers parties in a 26th floor flat, and the "laugh" in "Live, laugh, love" is hanging off the living room wall.
