Monkeys Fist

Wait until he sees the BBC openly admitting to loving the Gooners in the Funny Pics thread.

Just punch one when it starts flirting with you and nicking your chips and pocket cheese.

Hartlepool is ifurther North than the southern most part of Scotland

There’s a brand-new pop-up just opened this week in Wideopen. it’s called Therapists or something very similar, only serves wild rabbit.

Didn’t fancy the bistro then?

Probably warmer

Look closer.

Cafe Boheme is lovely- bistro style French food, nice, relaxed atmosphere and pretty reasonable for the standard of cooking. https://www.cafebohemerestaurant.co.uk/

What odds that there’s a fly tipping problem within 500m of Starmer’s “country retreat” somewhere in the Cotswolds.

Indeed, it could be said I have held an eternal flame for her. ( it was either that or some Egyptian nonsense and we’ve just done that earlier.)

Susanna Hoffa was top tier. She still is, but she was then, too.

“ I’ll give it up As&wan I choose!” It was right there for you on a plate old man! I reckon you’re getting a bit touched but you’re in De Nile. I’m with Holden- Giza break!

I thought at 56 I’d be in the upper age bracket at Damage. No chance, I’m virtually a teenager! You would not believe some of the creaky old fuckers driving these behemoths around. There’s one toothless owld Scotch lad who is the absolute double of Ramses II

There’s your answer. Take any, random, harmless activity and add fucking skip rats to it and it becomes a blight on society. Little cunts

The Queens was like walking into an episode of Shameless To be fair, so were all the others.

It does take quite a bit to make me go WTF??? This did. https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/apr/29/new-york-man-subway-attempted-rape

I once went for a pub crawl along Wallsend High Street when I lived down there. Didn’t see a full set of teeth the whole night- that’s not individually either, I mean in total.

Renton digging a (small) hole in the sand and lying down on it to disguise his trouser turbulence.

I wonder what Manc Mag is up to these days?

For the sake of the Wideopen Leporid population, crack on

I think it only has a taste for live bunnies, as opposed to “gutted rabbit”* * A phrase I first heard from a Kiwi lad I worked with, describing as only Kiwi’s can the unshaven state of his previous night’s conquest’s lady garden … ” Fack, mate, ut wis like a gutted rabbit!”

Why do you think she was running?

Why have you stuck the toe end of a manky old pair of Dunlop Greenflash on an otherwise decent looking loaf?