Pretzels purchased from Walmart. Take them out of a budget packaging, put them in a flowery plastic bag to present to your paid off “associates” who you simply met on set 5-minutes in the past. Sure people, it’s one other providing from the vapid Meghan Markle.
A fucking fruit salad rainbow, reduce some fruit and place it onto a fucking platter in another person’s elaborate, costly kitchen. Sprinkle a couple of flower petals in your wonderful fruity creation. Et voila, Netflix’s $100 million down the shithole.
No person offers a flying fart about this shit, that is so terrible it could be preferable to have root canal for 4 hours straight.
Pretend, vacuous syrupy plastic shite devoid of any substance for an overprivileged grifter with a critical chip on her fucking shoulder. The truth is, the chip is so huge quickly she’s going to wish a wheelbarrow for it.
Who needs to observe a bunch of greasy sycophantic Californian “Oh my gawd” bootlicking paid puppets fawning over some z-list celeb simply because they bought compensated with shitloads of wonger? Do these folks have any fucking dignity? It appears Meghan Markle doesn’t have any dignity herself.
And that terrible ghey music they play within the background is actually sickening, who the fuck selected that crap? That’s the shitty music you hear on Mark Zuckerberg Meta displays with the ukuleles and whistling. It’s higher to ram some sharpened pencils into your ears.
Watch it for amusing, give it your full assist as a result of Netflix will lose more subscribers for pushing this dire trash. They’re having amusing on the expense of paying subscribers by presenting them with such gauche saccharine excrement. This present is definitely unhappy, it’s disgraceful in its flaunting of wealth 99% of individuals won’t ever see or expertise of their lives. It’s a disgusting show, displaying off one thing like this Meghan Markle malarkey when there are tens of millions of individuals actually struggling to reside their lives underneath significantly arduous financial circumstances.
What this atrocious pampered narcissist must do is herald a child from the ghetto straight into that kitchen and feed them some beans or some ham hock, and overlook about sprinkling the motherfucking flowers over the meals or presenting the poor child with flowers inside ice cubes.
Wow! I by no means knew which you can organize fruit on a plate! $100 million for that? Good work if you will get it. Oh, and the place’s dumbo? Return residence and take a few of that jam and rub it over your smug fucking face while crying like a child. You failed. Large time…or, truly, has Meghan Markle actually had the final chortle — at your expense, after all?
