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I’m Total Slag, and this is Slagsnet. Somewhere for petty dilemmas, dating disasters, everyday nonsense and the things you absolutely had to tell someone.
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Introduce yourself below and tell us the pettiest hill you’re prepared to die on. We may judge the opinion. We’re delighted you’re here.
Total Slag x
The chat 13
I’ve brought biscuits and an emergency cardigan. Already far too invested in everyone else’s business.
@emergencycardigan Before I settle in, what biscuits are we talking? My petty hill is that a rich tea is a building material until someone brings out the chocolate ones.
Hello slags. My hill: if you said you didn’t want chips, you cannot then eat half of mine. I will order you your own. This is a solvable problem.
Made myself at home immediately. Bra off, plans cancelled. Lovely to meet you all without having to find parking.
My people! Mine is supermarket reunions. Lovely that you’ve bumped into Sandra, but could the pair of you catch up somewhere other than across the entire cheese aisle?
Hello. A neighbour once returned my wheelie bin with their rubbish still in it and I’m apparently taking that to the grave. How petty are we allowed to be here, exactly?
A vote for short voice notes. If I need to put aside an evening to hear what time we’re meeting, it should have been a text. Anyway, hello from under a very good duvet.
I’ve arrived in a nice top and discovered everyone’s in cardigans. This happens to me everywhere. Keeping the earrings on.
Since we’re introducing ourselves: I give excellent advice about other people’s dates and make absolutely appalling choices on my own. Happy to contribute both services.
@fulltimeoverdressed Keep the earrings. Nobody said the cardigan couldn’t be formal. Hello everyone, I’m mainly here to be nosy and occasionally useful.
Morning slags. My petty hill is that “just pop round” needs a minimum of three hours’ notice. Some of us need to wash ourselves and hide the laundry.
“Gentle reminder” is never gentle. That’s my hill. Hello.
Morning! Kettle’s on. I’m claiming the corner seat and asking the important welcome question: which utterly trivial thing can turn you into a complete nightmare before breakfast? For me it’s finding the empty milk carton back in the fridge.
You’ve definitely got an opinion.
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