Karl and Kathy's house is a modest 3 bedroom stone cottage, which is over one hundred years old!
The cottage is right next door to the village bowling club.
They can sit in their back garden on a summers eve and watch the villagers play on the bowling green.
The bowling club is over 200 hundred years old, with a historic and quaint clubhouse.
Most of it's members are pensioners of distinguished breeding and class.
Now that no postie would venture to the front door of the Mathers cottage, the only way to get their mail delivered was to get a running start , fly past the bowling club , vaulting over fences and then toss the mail as he ran past their front door!
The postie would try to land the mail on the doormat, but sometimes, well most of the time, it would land on the front grass, in the bushes, in the flower border, in the driveway, in the birdbath or anywhere but the front doormat!
Lochglen was well known for its gale force winds. If Karl was away, Kathy never went out to collect the mail. Even if she was passed out on the sofa in her front garden, she never bothered to pick up the mail. The gale force winds would start and the Mather's mail would take flight.
It would blow all over the village, except the heavier items wrapped in brown paper.
That mail would usually end up on the bowling green next door!!
The cottage is right next door to the village bowling club.
They can sit in their back garden on a summers eve and watch the villagers play on the bowling green.
The bowling club is over 200 hundred years old, with a historic and quaint clubhouse.
Most of it's members are pensioners of distinguished breeding and class.
Now that no postie would venture to the front door of the Mathers cottage, the only way to get their mail delivered was to get a running start , fly past the bowling club , vaulting over fences and then toss the mail as he ran past their front door!
The postie would try to land the mail on the doormat, but sometimes, well most of the time, it would land on the front grass, in the bushes, in the flower border, in the driveway, in the birdbath or anywhere but the front doormat!
Lochglen was well known for its gale force winds. If Karl was away, Kathy never went out to collect the mail. Even if she was passed out on the sofa in her front garden, she never bothered to pick up the mail. The gale force winds would start and the Mather's mail would take flight.
It would blow all over the village, except the heavier items wrapped in brown paper.
That mail would usually end up on the bowling green next door!!
The women of the village hate her, as Kathy is always on the prowl for a man, any man she can get into bed with at the time.
She doesn't care if he is married, engaged, old, young or compos mentis!!
Whatever male she encounters, she will shove her breasts in his face and simper at him. She will then toss her thin, straggly, greasy, poorly dyed hair in his face, trying to seduce him.
The women of Lochglen keep their men on a short rope.
Kathy's maneater ways became so bad, as she tried to seduce and bed any man that went to her door, even on business, that the Post Office refused to have the postie deliver mail to her door!
They had written to Karl to tell him to put up a post box at the end of their driveway for the Postie to put their mail in but Karl was affronted by this suggestion and refused to do so!
Kathy had already tried in the past to bed the various Posties that dared to venture to her front door.
Once, the Post Office sent Hamish McDougall, who had been a Postie in Lochglen for over 50 years.
Deaf, half blind and walked with two walking sticks.
Kathy couldn't possibly give Hamish a second look, or so the Post Office thought!
So they sent poor Hamish to deliver the Mathers mail one day!
The next thing that was heard was the sound of sirens!
The ambulance flew through the village to Kathy's house at full speed.
The paramedics went inside and up the stairs, as Kathy directed them towards the bedroom. There was poor Hamish lying naked in Karl and Kathy's bed. He was stone dead!
A heart attack, declared the paramedics, as they looked on sadly.
They say that it took the undertakers a week to get the smile off Hamish's face before the funeral!
She doesn't care if he is married, engaged, old, young or compos mentis!!
Whatever male she encounters, she will shove her breasts in his face and simper at him. She will then toss her thin, straggly, greasy, poorly dyed hair in his face, trying to seduce him.
The women of Lochglen keep their men on a short rope.
Kathy's maneater ways became so bad, as she tried to seduce and bed any man that went to her door, even on business, that the Post Office refused to have the postie deliver mail to her door!
They had written to Karl to tell him to put up a post box at the end of their driveway for the Postie to put their mail in but Karl was affronted by this suggestion and refused to do so!
Kathy had already tried in the past to bed the various Posties that dared to venture to her front door.
Once, the Post Office sent Hamish McDougall, who had been a Postie in Lochglen for over 50 years.
Deaf, half blind and walked with two walking sticks.
Kathy couldn't possibly give Hamish a second look, or so the Post Office thought!
So they sent poor Hamish to deliver the Mathers mail one day!
The next thing that was heard was the sound of sirens!
The ambulance flew through the village to Kathy's house at full speed.
The paramedics went inside and up the stairs, as Kathy directed them towards the bedroom. There was poor Hamish lying naked in Karl and Kathy's bed. He was stone dead!
A heart attack, declared the paramedics, as they looked on sadly.
They say that it took the undertakers a week to get the smile off Hamish's face before the funeral!
Kathy
also has a sofa in her front garden, and she and Mavis will sit on the
sofa for hours drinking cans of special brew and bottles of Buckfast.
After a few hours have gone by, you will see the two of them drunk and
passed out on the sofa in early afternoon.
Not a pretty sight for the villagers and tourists who pass by!!
Kathy and Mavis's charity shop clothes are by then dirty, wrinkled, stained with drink and cigarette ash, in a state of disarray with their breasts and arses on public display!
This so called "domestic goddess" who is really an ex porn queen, ex prostitute, thief and alcoholic and her whore of a daughter-in-law, are the butt of all jokes in the village, as is Karl!
The locals run into their houses or take cover whenever they can, when they see Kathy, Karl or Mavis approaching them!
Kathy walks around the village, when she isn't staggering around, trying to act and look respectable.
No one is buying it!
This "mutton dressed as lamb" hasn't fooled anyone!!
This pregnant looking badly dressed, alcoholic, inbred, backward, trailer trash, evil bitch of a woman with fat beachball face will never be accepted into village life. She still acts like a prostitute!!
Not a pretty sight for the villagers and tourists who pass by!!
Kathy and Mavis's charity shop clothes are by then dirty, wrinkled, stained with drink and cigarette ash, in a state of disarray with their breasts and arses on public display!
This so called "domestic goddess" who is really an ex porn queen, ex prostitute, thief and alcoholic and her whore of a daughter-in-law, are the butt of all jokes in the village, as is Karl!
The locals run into their houses or take cover whenever they can, when they see Kathy, Karl or Mavis approaching them!
Kathy walks around the village, when she isn't staggering around, trying to act and look respectable.
No one is buying it!
This "mutton dressed as lamb" hasn't fooled anyone!!
This pregnant looking badly dressed, alcoholic, inbred, backward, trailer trash, evil bitch of a woman with fat beachball face will never be accepted into village life. She still acts like a prostitute!!
Friday, 26 July 2013
Kathy is also a "grandmother" to a five year old boy.
The son of her son Greg.
Kathy's daughter-in-law worked the streets as a prostitute with Kathy.
That's how they met. Her name is Mavis.
Mavis is twenty years younger than Kathy, so Kathy looked after Mavis on the streets and grew fond of her.
She got Mavis to quit prostitution at the same time she decided to quit, right before she met Karl.
Mavis was like a daughter to.Kathy after the two of them had worked the streets together for over two years.
Mavis had been a prostitute since she was 17 years old and had left home.
She had been on the streets selling sex for almost 10 years when she met Kathy. The years of prostitution had taken their toll on Mavis, along with the drug abuse. Years of injecting heroin and then onto methadone!
She looks like she's in her fifties instead of her thirties.
She has a very haggard face and is as hard as nails!
She is also an evil evil bitch.
Ruthless and cunning. She still dresses as a prostitute wherever she goes.
She is also "mutton dressed as lamb."
She doesn't love Kathy's son but has used him to get off the streets and to be a father to her son.
Mavis was pregnant when she quit prostitution and doesn't know which of her clients is the father!
Kathy didn't care Mavis was pregnant and bribed her son Greg to marry Mavis and give her a respectable life and her expected baby his name.
The son of her son Greg.
Kathy's daughter-in-law worked the streets as a prostitute with Kathy.
That's how they met. Her name is Mavis.
Mavis is twenty years younger than Kathy, so Kathy looked after Mavis on the streets and grew fond of her.
She got Mavis to quit prostitution at the same time she decided to quit, right before she met Karl.
Mavis was like a daughter to.Kathy after the two of them had worked the streets together for over two years.
Mavis had been a prostitute since she was 17 years old and had left home.
She had been on the streets selling sex for almost 10 years when she met Kathy. The years of prostitution had taken their toll on Mavis, along with the drug abuse. Years of injecting heroin and then onto methadone!
She looks like she's in her fifties instead of her thirties.
She has a very haggard face and is as hard as nails!
She is also an evil evil bitch.
Ruthless and cunning. She still dresses as a prostitute wherever she goes.
She is also "mutton dressed as lamb."
She doesn't love Kathy's son but has used him to get off the streets and to be a father to her son.
Mavis was pregnant when she quit prostitution and doesn't know which of her clients is the father!
Kathy didn't care Mavis was pregnant and bribed her son Greg to marry Mavis and give her a respectable life and her expected baby his name.
Thursday, 25 July 2013
Kathy is as vulgar as Karl.
The sleeping pills she takes by the handful everyday, washed down with her vast intake of alcohol, makes her a living nightmare!
Her consumption of Buckfast, special brew and cheap cider renders her brain and reflexes useless.
She also drinks and drives. Just take a look at the state of some of the village gardens after she flew through them in her bright yellow Noddy car!
It's the kind of car you could put in the boot of a normal sized car, or you could park in your front hall!
It looks like a child's car and she still manages to wreck most of the villageers gardens while ploughing through them in her crappy Noddy car!!
The sleeping pills she takes by the handful everyday, washed down with her vast intake of alcohol, makes her a living nightmare!
Her consumption of Buckfast, special brew and cheap cider renders her brain and reflexes useless.
She also drinks and drives. Just take a look at the state of some of the village gardens after she flew through them in her bright yellow Noddy car!
It's the kind of car you could put in the boot of a normal sized car, or you could park in your front hall!
It looks like a child's car and she still manages to wreck most of the villageers gardens while ploughing through them in her crappy Noddy car!!
She
is ugly, short, dumpy and overweight leaning towards fat, with a bloated
stomach and an even more bloated face, due to her alcoholism.
If she wasn't so old looking, you would think she was around eight months pregnant.
Her face is also blotchy from all the drink. Het hair is long, straggly, thin, greasy, and is poorly dyed, with the roots always showing.
She is in her fifties and wears her long, thin, greasy, and straggly hair just hanging down.
She always looks dirty and unkempt. Her clothes and dress sense are appalling and, as I have said earlier, scream "homeless shelter," where her vast wardrobe has obviously come from.
She personifies the Scottish saying, "mutton dressed as lamb!"
She has a known IQ of 62 and is cringeworthy, "thick as two short planks." Just the way Karl likes his women!
She would be right at home sitting on her bench on the front porch or front yard somewhere in Oklahoma or Tennessee.
She has that hillbilly mentality and look about her.
She and Karl sit on benches in their front garden like hillbillies and trailer trash! They even sit out there barefooted. How hillbilly can you get?
Kathy is as vulgar and uncouth as Karl!
If she wasn't so old looking, you would think she was around eight months pregnant.
Her face is also blotchy from all the drink. Het hair is long, straggly, thin, greasy, and is poorly dyed, with the roots always showing.
She is in her fifties and wears her long, thin, greasy, and straggly hair just hanging down.
She always looks dirty and unkempt. Her clothes and dress sense are appalling and, as I have said earlier, scream "homeless shelter," where her vast wardrobe has obviously come from.
She personifies the Scottish saying, "mutton dressed as lamb!"
She has a known IQ of 62 and is cringeworthy, "thick as two short planks." Just the way Karl likes his women!
She would be right at home sitting on her bench on the front porch or front yard somewhere in Oklahoma or Tennessee.
She has that hillbilly mentality and look about her.
She and Karl sit on benches in their front garden like hillbillies and trailer trash! They even sit out there barefooted. How hillbilly can you get?
Kathy is as vulgar and uncouth as Karl!
She still sleeps with various lovers she has had for years when Karl is supposedly away on business! As it turns out, there is no more business and he is probably hanging out in public conveniences across the country!
Turns out they are both up to no good. Kathy can no longer have her various lovers to her house as it had become too risky in such a small village.
She now goes to meet them when Karl is away.
Alex has followed her when she meets her lovers and had taken pictures of her and her lover she had met. There are pictures of her in her lovers car, parked in a secluded forest, having sex in the car or sometimes outside under a tree!
Kathy is also an ex local beauty queen who also made porn films for years. Her looks, if she ever had any, are long gone. The years of prostitution on the streets, sleeping rough, drugs, and alcoholism have taken their toll on her looks and figure!
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