Monkeys Fist

Just for you, @@Ken. Overcrowded British Prison ( shamelessly stolen from the worlds most popular stolen content site.

Just watched "Remembering The Artist: Robert de Niro Sr. ", where De Niro Jr talks about his father's career as a largely unrecognised abstract artist. Bit arty wankerish ( unsurprisingly ), but fascinating, if only because it's the most revealing I've ever seen De Niro when talking about his personal life. One part in particular stands out when he explains why he has preserved his fathers studio workshop for his own children. Was on Sky Atlantic so it'll likely be on again soon.

Proper zany......

I'm picturing Ayatalloh as the CT version of this Witcher bloke, stumbling around , barely able to control himself.

I will piss my sides laughing if we win a cup, under Ashley, with a Ginger manager. Fucking Karma.

To spend any time in these places, it's always better to be insanely drunk. Hence the skew.

Well, I've enjoyed my time on here. Goodbye, fuckers.

Good job, considering your personal responsibility for the Pig Holocaust.

Should've worn some Shredded Wheat as a hat- gone for the subtle route

Congrats Happy Tadpoles! Once they get past the toddler stage, the little shits team up and work out what winds you up The War of Attrition begins now

Hope all's well Meenzer, it's shit when they get old and frail- one of my elder relatives is in hospital having suffered a massive stroke. Not looking to good for them, if I'm honest. The jolly jaunt round The Colony had mixed results- Glasgow went without a hitch, Aberdeen though, due to some numpty further up the chain of contractors not sending an email , resulted in us having our notes confiscated and being asked to leave the Mall by the Teuchter Heisenberg. A slight over reaction by Walter McWhite, given that were simply walking the Mall, estimating the duration of works.

"Hi John, I'm Schteve. There's some potholes in the car park need filling in. "

Once I've seen the work, yes.

Sound advice from the King of Google.

Why don't we just send our B Team, then? Ah...... Right.

Bleurch. Driving to Aberdeen tomorrow to price some work, then Glasgow for the same, then home.

Heroin will help you through it.

German ref, Knut Kircher, taking no shit. That death stare

Legoland is a stinking hellhole. Enjoy Greece

Not on his head, no, but......