Monkeys Fist

Yes. http://www.menarebetterthanwomen.com/woman-astronaut-kills-everyone/#more-1193 Bloke would've tied the bags on

You could just have the op mind.

Far better to point at it and laugh.

Got an Indian mate? Meetan Toovej

Enter under a nom de plume as a splitarse. Gina Va or something.

I don't really bear any grudge towards Given. Did well for us and can't blame him for fuckkng off , at the time the club was being run like a joke. (4 managers in one season, remember). Insomnia can fuck off though.

I'm after a Michael Kor handbag. Anyone?

All the best Smogster.

Just tried to download some midget porn but I think my broadband is dodgy as all I got was a few little snatches.

Did you not see his first avatar? Loves the Wizard of Oz

Today is St. Geordies day and it's time the record was set straight. After literally minutes of research, I believe I have uncovered the true story of England's patron saint. Although he was a soldier in the Roman army, the widely held belief that St. George was from Syria is incorrect. Georgious Dobsonium was in fact born in what is now Shieldfield. The young Georgious ( Geordie Dobson to his mates) was forced to join up, but was well known for his insistence on wearing a black & white tunic , and flat cap under his helmet. His fearless approach to battle, accompanied by his war cry " C'monyadortymackem", soon gained him legendary status, culminating in his well known slaying of the Dragon ( again, history has muddied the waters here- the actual events are as follows. ) On his return home after serving his time in the army, Geordie was demobbed and had a farewell drink with his legionaries in the Agora Biggus. Towards the end of the evening, Geordie and his pals were confronted by a shrieking woman from a small, barbarian settlement 10 miles south of Pons Aelius. Although mostly unintelligible, Geordie could discern that she was demanding his wine skin full of " Vino Cyaneus", a drink known to be craved after by the residents of her filthy settlement. Realising the danger to his compatriots, Geordie threw the remnants of his lunchtime cheese ration over the snack the harridan had dropped behind her, knowing she would ravenously fall upon it in an instant. This she did, and at the last minute Geordie kicked the cheesy snack away, too late for the "Dragon" to stop, resulting in her braining herself on the pavement. The Dragon was Slayed. Geordie lived out the rest of his life quietly, growing leeks and racing his beloved pigeons, but his legend was assured, and today April 23rd is St Geordies day. I shall raise a stottie in his honour, and urge you, my fellow TTers, to do the same.

Aston who?

I don't actually want this season to end. We are just getting into our stride.

This. 3rd and I do believe I would need a new penis.

Arrested.

My current ringtone is

Fucking insatiable tbh.

You're going out with my bitch? WTF!!

Kids at Grannies, beers opened, heading out wit ma bitch in an hour.

Cooking thread , Shirley? And aye, I would've been happy with staying up at the start of the season.

Cabaye!!!

Pulis' half time talk- " Pure Shan that like , hew."

Wahey!