wolfy

A very good, effective impact sub.

You don't know she's legit. You either put money in or walk past. There's plenty of opportunists that take advantage of people's generosity but it's not about them, it's about the genuine registered charities that are basically a law unto themselves who are creaming peoples hard earned cash into their own bank accounts whilst the charity they collect for gets a pittance.

Exactly. This is what makes me sick about charities as they make out that virtually all of your money goes to the cause when the fat cats are creaming it off as a frigging business. It pisses me right off.

I go to the pub but I don't go to discuss topics like this, I leave that for forums.

Neymar.

I'd like to know what peoples views are on this because to me, most charities are basically designed to fill the pockets of the well off whilst the cause receives an absolute pittance paid out compared to what's taken in. Now my understanding was, that charity is exactly that...'charity', meaning people give up their time and money to aid a cause, so that cause receives the maximum benefit, yet it's just not the case is it. Most of the money is swallowed up by greed with the top bosses raking in over 100 grand a year, plus people going round doors getting 6 or 7 quid an hour to collect in money, plus admin and the rest of it. Now I can understand there has to be a certain kitty for expenses, yet it's not expenses only is it, it's expenses plus a proper wage, yet these are supposed to be charities. What's everyone's thoughts on this?

Going to play football soon, then later, me and my son will be carrying on with a project we started last week. Tomorrow could be a car boot sale followed by a few hours back on the project.

Any rational thinking person will know it's bullshit, yet those that believe in God and stuff will be 100% with the story given out as true. The beauty about stuff you cannot see is that anything can be fabricated at any time and no one but those who fabricate it know any different as to whether it's real...possibly real...remotely possible or whatever. Human beings have a fear of the unknown, so some of them would rather believe in God rather than not, for fear of his wrath if he is real. People believe that God created the Earth is 6 days and it's about 6000 years old. All that is taken from the bible which is updated as and when to fit in anything those at the top think is worthy. I don't have an issue with anyone who believes in a God as it's at the very least an easy explanation for some people about why they are on this planet. I often wonder myself what the actual purpose is, of us all existing on this planet, just to die. Of course, to a believer, they can use the idea that we are only on this planet in our shell and once that is vacated, that's when life begins....'the after life.' Who am I to say that's wrong...I can't, yet my own logic says it's irrational. In one way we can look at it as if some intelligent form has placed us here for some purpose or we can look at it as, ' it just happened by chance'.... People have a fear of ghosts and many believe in ghosts, yet people see ghosts in uniform or some kind of clothing, yet clothing has no so called soul, so if by believing in the ghosts of people, you also have to believe in the ghosts clothes. Not only that... if ghosts are true then in reality the planet should be crammed to the hilt with apparitions of every human that's ever died and every animal that's ever died from the start. To be honest, so many religions are basically no more than a brainwashing scam that feed the masses and have them following a certain practice whilst relieving them of their hard earned cash. That's just my opinion of it, so anyone that's religious don't take offence as I have no problem with those that follow religion... I'm what's known as an atheist yet I don't see it that way because that implies that I don't believe in God as if I'm rebelling or something, when in truth I have no major problem with it, I just simply don't see any sense in following something that I cannot see nor feel and to me ,does not exist. If I get a vision at any time in my life, then my stance would change....until that happens though, my logic dictates otherwise.

I laugh like fuck at those that go along with this Ark carry on. I watched a documentary the other night about this bloke that says the Ark was in the mountains and you can clearly see it from the air. I though, hmmm let's have a look at this none-sense. Sure enough this supposed boat shape, around 1000 feet long or whatever and was supposedly built from trees by Noah's family and drinking pals from the Giraffe and Walrus pub. Well ok I made that last bit up but then again, maybe they had a pub like that them days and they made the mistake of telling Noah on his 100th birthday that he can have free drink for the rest of his life, not realising he was gonna live another 750 years or something. The great flood and God telling Noah to knock an Ark up out of trees. I can just picture the scene. Nora: (Noah's wife)....Noah, drink your cans then get out there and knock this Ark up man, we don;t have long before Godder floods the place and you know what the fucking drainage is like round here. Noah: Aye pet, I'll get sorted in a bit, I'm waiting for Billy to sharpen the axes and all that. Nora: Who the fuck's Billy? Noah: Fucking hell Nora, Billy's the one that helping me out. His real name is Nostithiusnansucksulliousminastunith, so We all just call him Billy for short. Nora: Oh you mean that Ginger looking cunt we call head on legs. Noah: Aye that's him pet. We need him like because we don't have any scaffolding, in-fact we don;t even know what scaffolding is yet like but we imagine it to be some kind of strong staging to help us build this big fuck off Ark but we don't need it because head on legs, crystal tips legs will do all the high work. Nora: Well just hurry it up and I'll nip down to moousons to get us some beef and veg and what not. Noah: Aye ok pet, oh and ermmm, I'm thinking of hoying 2 of every animal on this Ark like, so obviously it's gonna stink of shite and stuff but no more than us two by the time we've got this built eh? Nora: You cheeky bastard, I wear sail over continents pads and they are ultra absorbant with a hint of ...eeeee hello Vera. Vera: Hiya chuck, I've come over to see if you want me to drive you down to Moousons. Nora: Drive me down? What the fuck in like? Vera: I've just bought a new Discovery off a geezer called Darwin. Nora: , you've been ripped off Vera, it's a canoe on wheels. Vera: Never mind fishy gusset, hop in. Noah: Right Gemmill......I mean Billy...let's knock a bit of this Ark up and we can go on the piss....Oh and don;t be wearing those stupid little shorts when we go out either, your legs look fucking stupid and bent to fuck. Gemmill: Oop's I mean Billy:...You need talk you old smelly bastard, the upholstered seats in the pub stink of arse after you've sat there...and stale piss. Noah: Maybe so but at least I'll get to sail on the Ark whilst you will die of old age before you get the chance. Billy: Fucking hell , I never thought of that like Noah lad, how come you can age like fuck and I can't like, what's up with that? Noah: It's the new chocolate mints our Nora gets from the shops like Billy.....they keep us from ageing too fast. Billy: What's the name, I might buy some like. Noah: Just look for a box that says, 'after 800 mints'... Billy: Great stuff, I'll scan some and I can come with you. Noah: Wanna stay for some supper like, our lass is bringing Fish back. Billy: Nahhhh.. fuck that Noah, he's a bit of a simpleton. Noah: (laughs) Nahhhhhh man, I mean fish to cook, not that numpty from Toontastic. Billy: Phew, oh alright then I'll come now. Noah: What's wrong with Fish like Billy? Billy: Ahhh nowt much really like, it's just that he turned up at our house in his Jim Jams, like old grandad one's, then fills us all full of shite by placing 20 pebbles on the table and making out it was a computer screen and the pebbles were blips of vans and he was tracking them, whatever vans are like. Noah: Fucking van tracking with pebbles, hahaha, he mentioned that to me and told me there was some metal things in the sky that tracks them for him, I think he called them sandalites or something. Billy: No doubt in the future, some daft cunts will believe all that eh? Noah: Aye mate, just like they will believe I can knock a big fuck off Ark up and thinking I was 850 odd year old, hahaha. Billy: Well you will be won't you? Noah: Fuck off man stop being naive, I've already pooed myself and dribbled piss as we talk and I just play tricks on people and the daft bastards believe me. Billy: So were aren't building a big Ark? Noah: Are we fuck man, we're just building a small fishing boat so we can take fishing parties out for 5 rocks a shot, plus a few tinnies apiece like. Oh well that'll save us RENTON one out then (noshes Noah off for no fucking logical reason) The End.

A pair of football socks. I'm going swimming tomorrow and I have to wear speedo's, so the footy socks will come in handy for a boastful enhancement.

Correction. Wolfy has boxed. Years ago I admit but I still done it for a few years and had a few bouts. Not recognised by any board or anything, just local contests which meant nothing really.

When I first started out boxing, I was nervous and didn't think I had it in me to get to the top. I jacked it in a few times when I got a girlfriend, yet she encouraged me to actually go back and do it. I got on well with an old bloke who was training other lads and we became good friends as he saw something in me and really worked me hard , plus encouraged me. I actually got a fight in Russia against this big bloke who you could see clearly trained like mad, yet I chose to use the old training methods , not the machine stuff some were using. I can still remember our lass surprising me, coming out to Russia as I was training...in the snow as well, which cheered me right up and I got to work getting as fit as possible, running up hills and small mountains. I'm sure I was getting watched like. Anyway, I get into the ring and saw the size of the bloke and thought, 'oh shit' but I was in so I had to fight. The Russian beat the shit out of me and made me look like Frankenstein and I was seeing triple vision, never mind double, yet when the trainer was shouting at me, it sounded like he was talking in slow motion like a frigging Lions voice (if Lions could talk) I remember I must have looked beat and as I was laid on the deck, I could hear the growly Lion type slow motion voices going, 'W....0......L......F...Y...........G......E........T......U.......P...... Anyway, I did get back up and somehow I managed to beat the shit out of the Russian, which eventually had the Russians shouting my name.....WOLFY, WOLFY, WOLFY. So there you go Dr Gloom, never underestimate yourself, anything is possible..... Be right back, my robot has just brought me a nice cup of tea in.

Dr Gloom. If you're after fitness then just do the fitness part of it all. You weren't born to have your head pummelled and it is a dangerous sport in terms of potential brain injuries.

If you can handle sparring sessions, you can handle boxing.

If you are scared of hurting anyone or getting hurt yourself then boxing isn't for you.That doesn't mean to say you can do all the other training though.

I'd have to say Edin Hazard.

What astounds me is the number of people who actually believe the moon landings were real. I can understand anyone believing it if they had no access to how it was supposedly achieved as they would be going on ' we went to the moon and that's that' bullshit. Anyone who has seen the contraptions supposedly used to get on and off the moon and still believe it happened are so brainwashed it's just not funny.

Every time I've been to Cork, I've always came back in a buoyant mood.

For those of you that like Fray Bentos pies but are pissed off with the sloppy underneath, I have the solution for you, if you are prepared to take the time to do it and it works. You open the pie as normal, then put it in the freezer for 15 minutes. Once you take it out, you go round the outer edge of the pie all the way round, then tip the pie upside down onto a buttered plate or greased, whichever you prefer and put it in the oven upside down for 10 minutes. Then you take it out and , using a fish slice or similar, you turn the pie over and cook for 15 more minutes, then hey presto, a lovely pie. It's a bit of a fuck on but worth it if you like the pies. Make sure the top of the pie is semi solid when you take it out of the freezer.

Here's a little tip for any of you that like hot apple. Get a large plate that will fit into a microwave and place a Bramleys cooking apple on it, stork side up. Put the microwave on and watch the volcano. It doesn't splatter about, it just oozes from the top of the skin and you end up with hot apple sauce. Try it, I promise you it works.

I don't think the word chav was even thought of when I was at school. We used to have normal names for people. Stuff like, 'scruffy cunt'. The only bling the lads and lasses wore at school was out of the bubbly machine. Most of the lasses were about 6 foot 5 like, due to the massive shoes they wore....sasha's I think they were called.

Aye, you keep believing that son.

Exercise is good for you, in moderation. People can build up their bodies with supplements and such but it doesn't make them any more healthier than someone that gets by on their set meals. A normal person who mildly exercises as in walking and doing mild physical tasks have a far better chance of reaching old age intact that those who add supplements to their bodies... I'm talking about the average people here mind as there are some that are built better than others. A human being is no different to a car in how long they last by being looked after. Run your car at speed and driving it up hills, making it carry heavy regular loads will wear the engine out well before it's time. Doing the same with your body will do the very same.

Hopefully one day, you will realise that obese/fat/medium or skinny has no bearing on your heart, it's about who is dealt a bad hand in life. Naturally those that are morbidly obese ,...those that are confined to bed , might run the risk of earlier death for obvious reasons. Those people who weight train and take supplements are 80% more likely to die young compared to anyone overweight.

A song for a,laugh. To the tune of what shall we do with the drunken sailor. What shall we do when we're skint and starving.....what shall we do when we're skint and starving...what shall we do when we're skint and starving................................phone Earl in the morninggggggggggggggggg.