It was cold and frosty morning on Wearde

It was cold and frosty morning on Wearde Road, the sun shimmered over the tamar as the first car arrived in the car park...

Locky jumped out and said "Where is everyone?" before checking her phone and realising it was a Sunday

no shortage of pit stank and crotch rot. In fact, they were both in bountiful supply, along with gobs of toe cheese and volleys of catapulted boogers. When they landed in Cancun

they were very happy to get away from it all and finally get married. But, the priest didn't tell them that they had toe cheese stuck to their faces. So what happened then was

the priest called funky sanitizers ToeJam & Earl to the ceremony. They groomed the groom, brined the bride, and collected the toe cheese in a hazardous waste bin. The funk had been

bad, but after the toe jam curdled & turned to cheese, it was so bad it was good again, at least for the french cook who'd prepared the Wedding buffet. The brides seafood smell

-ed like foie gras, and the Groom's pâté smelled like crustaceans. Fortunately, the DJ they hired had a nose like a bloodhound, and he "accidentally" bumped the dishes into one big

gest loser episodes. It was smack in the middle of week 12. The Contestants so the foie gras and Pate and went apeshit ballstice munchy mode.

This sort of sweeps week continued, directed at the 1%. The proles (including myself), were pretty insulted this time at ads aimed at entrepreneurs and other shady businessmen.