Tragic Scouse Blubs

Emotionally repressed Mikey showed a bit of humanity last night. The life size puppet wants nothing more in his life than to be a real boy, and last night (or early this morning depending on how much of a pedantic cunt you are) there was finally a hope that maybe the magical process was happening. With the second love of his life evicted, the first being his mum who still washes and wanks the man-boy, Mikey seemed at a loss about what to do with himself. With no one to pull his strings he was literally limp. He shuffled about the house a bit then went to bed. Once there tears silently rolled down his cheeks. He finally managed to sleep after taking a picture of Grace out from under his pillow and kissing it. Meanwhile Grace was probably drunk on champagne and getting stuffed by a series of male ho's in some hotel room, paid for by her mum, in an effort to prove she wasn't universally hated.

You have to feel a little for Mikey though. He's another example of this age's pure numb cunt who inspires questions like 'how does he dress himself in the morning without his mum?' Even if Grace doesn't drop him for the first mildly more famous TV presenter that comes along and they stay together for life it'll be one of misery for the humble scouser. He'll become a shell of a man, reminded constantly whose money is paying for his slow demise into alcoholic middle-age, as the queen bitch takes one lover after the other in a vain attempt to prove she's still attractive... hold on, she never was... well, you get the picture.