Monkeys Fist

I’ve just read the thread from start to finish I’m still baffled, but fuck me, what a laugh. @Dazzler, are you still in touch with any of these? Bring them back for another round if so, we’ll be fucking nice, honest.

Since it’s Gemmill, who’s a bit “special”, I’ll go round his and wipe my hoop STANDING in front of his living room window instead. But, anyone else, Quiffed. No quibbles, no skinchies , no takesy backsies

One more fucking mention of x fucking G, in support of it or baffled by it, and I’m fucking Quiffing whichever cunt does it. One fucking more!

I believe the word you’re looking for is Does the female form make you uncomfortable, Mr. Renton?

Both above squads had super talented players who, whilst great to watch, could often be guilty of selfishness and reluctance to drop back when needed. Every single one of current side, especially the “stars” of it, give 100% to the team. The semi-final and the final are probably the most complete examples of this that I can recall. It’s also very rare to see our lads properly arguing or frustrated with each other, even when they’re losing ( what’s that again? ). All of which comes from the unbelievably thorough job that Howe, Tindall, Jones and all the other backroom staff are doing, from coaching, recruitment, everything. After the initial, massive, adrenaline hit of the takeover had worn off and the size of the job at hand was apparent, I don’t think anyone, from Chairman down, could have possibly expected us to be in such a strong position so soon. It’s a beautiful thing to see.

Imagine even attempting to assume the moral high ground when one of your own fans glassed your own chairman whilst he was out for a meal with his sisterwife The mental gymnastics these cunts are pulling off make Olga Korbut look like Stephen Hawking

Cunts will be cunts, innit.

I love a bit of colouring in, cheeky fucker.

Reported.

Just stepped out the back of my house, in Forest Hall, and heard the unmistakable sound of “ Naaa na na na-na-na naaah Geordies!” coming from SJP. 7 miles away. Fucking glorious.

Aye… Daft twat

Had other stuff going on, so I’ve only just checked in here. All I’ll say is.

Roger Doubtfire.

They’re all the highly creative account names that our incel friend from Teeside used yesterday when he had his period. He loves me really.

Maybe this’ll be the club where he finally gets the hang of this football lark?

Stone cold classic

Good job none of the daft twats use petrol, eh?

That also explains Boris Johnson.

The GingerQuim?

How the fuck that thought vacuum ever became prime minister is beyond me The only reasonable explanation I can think of is that she has a snapper like a horse’s mouth eating sugar

Turn the volume right up on the shed clip The sound of the glass breaking spells out 5-0 in Morse code 👍

Oh, please let her call it Iceberg or some other lettuce related nonsense.

I’m going to leave this one up just so that everyone can see what kind of a cunt you actually are, Lee.

So, on the admin side of things, moderators can’t ban someone but we can “flag them as a spammer” Banning someone removes their ability to post, but doesn’t remove the post. Flagging, removes their posts and suspends their ability to post until an Admin either undoes it, or bans them. I flagged his latest shite, so it’s disappeared.

Why does our Chief Benefit Recipient have a wire pan scrubber in his tiddy pocket? Has this cunt never heard of cheese? Anyway, no prediction -just this.