Jen / Jenifer - but not Jenni or Jenny - thatâs not my name!
She came from a land down under.
She became our uptown girl, and sheâs so demanding. She loves her D-A-T-A, sheâs a flaminâ galah!
Sheâs got so many shoes youâd think she was a centipede, and even then thereâs probably more shoes than what sheâd need.
She hardly ever gets distracted, squirrel!
Sheâs Gigiâs Mum,
Sheâs really fun,
Likes her wine,
And likes a whine.
Jen loved being surrounded by her Bush but her husband was not too keen.
Now she shows it off in the Garden for all those to admire around her.
She makes a good study buddy but most of the time the talk goes off track.
But it is very therapeutic to have a chat with her. #squirrel
Hard to keep up with.
Underrated in what she can be.
An unexpected friend that will be missed.
Be more Jen, say goodbye with a glass of red.
Some days you have a dicky whatsit, and then some days you don't.
Can sometimes relate to a Hairy Pair Sausage Casserole.
Immac and Veet may help a dicky whatsit... especially after a hairy sausage casserole!
You don't want a barbed wired wedgie in your dicky whatsit!
Please embrace your dicky whatsit, you have a lovely dicky whatsit.
Try to optimise your dicky whatsit.
Dicky whatsits are just part of life's rich pattern.
A dicky whatsit is just like converting a JSON payload.
...a dicky whatsit happens more frequent than you m ay think!
Oh my life, I had a dicky whatsit and it was quite nice!
(Someone's having a dicky whatsit)