Monkeys Fist

Howay Quiff, you know the score very well. 👌

Didn’t start until 10:00pm last night, so watched it at home, for my sins. I have been Nipsycus Intacticus since then. ( It’s looking like I won’t get Razzle myself to sleep until midday at least, as I’m now waiting for a bay to get loaded in a paper mill in Kent. Yikes!)

Of all the many, many, things the Tories inflicted on us in their 14yr reich*, the fact that so many of us gave this prick a chance is the worst- shows how desperate things were. Edit; just checked- this actually means kingdom in Ericish. Reign is apparently Herrschaft

But… don’t they claim Washington as their territory? I suppose when everything, everywhere, all at once, sends you in to paroxysms of impotent rage, it’s hard to keep track

Finding a non-hairy minge?

Earned my trucker wings this morning. On the M11, the part where it’s two lanes- I came up behind a group of ten wagons, all of which were doing 2-3mph less than me. Looked behind, stacks of cars, looked at the time, 6:15am, so I’m allowed in the right lane as it’s before 7am. Indicate, pull out, hit cruise control and begin the slowest overtake of the most trucks I’ve done so far. Kept looking in the mirror, and the line of cars was ever growing, checked my progress, slow, but advancing. Felt a stirring in the loins Twenty minutes later, I passed the leading wagon of the ten, got a cheeky headlight flash to let me know I was clear, and pulled across. By this time, I could literally feel the waves of rage coming from the cars behind, it was like getting the best BJ of your life, then feeling your balls getting tickled just as you arrive in Cockermouth. I was rock hard, laughing like a bastard, and counting the Audis as they flew past. Fucking glorious

I heard they leave them at home and buy a new one when they get there from a passing MLF sailor.

Mate of mine saw him coming out of an offy on Clayton St. the other week. About 10:30am, Six pack of cans and already off his lips. What a sad state to be in.

I fucking hated Francis Jeffers, the jug-eared, wife-beating, shithouse, and I was very pleased his career turned to absolute fucking gash after he fucked the Scouse mackems off Oh aye, RIP Kev.

Write him a letter, petal. KCG 5-1 Braveheart Close Glesgae North Britain.

I’m happy to say that Ma Fist is still a rabid socialist at 84. She refers to Sunak as The Mantlepiece because you could rest your elbow on him… … she’s 5’0”.

@PaddockLadd YP for you Wykiki. 👍

Oof. I can only offer this.

Try her with this one.

No. 2 ?

Late to the party, but…

Rope nonce

What was his name? Not John Dunne, was it?

No, Kilnsey was for the elite boys when I was grimping. I was good but not elite good

Mate of mine started working at an upholstery factory last year, I’ve just heard that 6 months ago he fell in to one of the fabric wrapping machines. He’s fully recovered

Malham Cove? I’ve climbed there once or twice.

KR’dyp.

When you’ve no chance of getting elected, there’s nothing to lose.