Monkeys Fist

are these the same MLFs that did the Poznan in the SoL to Manure back in 2012 when Aguero nicked the title in extra time, or was that their great-grandfathers?

Yorkshired YP.

Awful to hear that Strawb mate, you and your loved ones have my sincere condolences. You might be surprised with your Mam- when we lost my little brother* we were very worried about her, as she was nearly 70 at the time and living alone. After the initial grieving and loss, she coped way better than any of us thought she would. People can be remarkably resilient, and hopefully your Mam will be too - look at yourself, you’ve dealt with a ridiculous amount of loss recently and you’re solid. Once again, my sympathy mate, and as Rayvin said, make time to let yourself grieve and process it all. * it’s his birthday today, and I heard his killer is up for release imminently- it’s been a shite day, but nothing compared to your day.

Scene. Gemmill’s living room, he plonks a bucket of sauerkraut and 6 sourdough flatbreads down and throws the Mrs. her matching Mr. Blobby onesie, (he’s already kitted up). “ Settle in pet, I’ve got seasons 1-10 of Neighbours lined up for us. You’ll never guess what Daphne looks like now …” Mrs. G, putting her coat on as she heads for the door … “ Sorry love, my Dad’s coming round for a shite or two, I’m off to the pub!” Gemmill- “ Oh…Throw my tiger feet slippers over, would you?”

You can keep Charlene and Daphne, I only ever tuned in if this minx was going to be on… Straight in to the High Interest Account, along with Mariella Hurdy Gurdy Hassenfassen

Eraserdead, more like. Seriously though, that’s a shame, who is there to take over his mantle as Official Artistic Nutter? Guillermo del Toro?

Sarah Millican 10 years ago, going to buy some more vagina jokes?

At least he’ll know where the Ball is.

Scene- Main Lad’s bedroom when he gets home and has a commiserating hop-on with his Mrs. Main Lad- “ Arroight Luv, shull Oi talk durteh?” Mrs. Main Lad - “No”

Bookmarked

There’s your new username when we do.

Depends what ball they were using.

Did you get banished to the garden sofa after you shit on your foot, or did she let you watch it in the sweatshop ?

Also, no cunt could afford him.

Not for the first time, I’d wager.

Just put some shite in ChatGPT, no one will know the difference…

I say! Saucy…

Take; 1 Slice of Cheese. 1 Pocket. Place the cheese in the pocket. Cook slowly in a Dutch oven

VARed! The morlocks are going to be rage fucking their sisters in to oblivion tonight.

Well baaalz.

Gordon! Onside!!