Monkeys Fist

Whoever's in the passenger seat would be 6 feet in the air. His left arse cheek I'd say.

Odds on The dear departed is a cabbie. (Not a dig CT, fo' real bitch)

In case anyone was still in any doubt about what was getting Dave's goat... I'll say this like, the welching thing is harsh. If it'd been him that'd suggested it then fair do's but it wasn't, so what was he sposed to do? And as he says he's not here to win a popularity contest and thats fair enough iyam. It genuinely would be boring if everyone agreed on everything. You're right there Sammy. Edit; dammit! Beaten to it by the Fish. The shame

aye, but a lot of them are just one word replies Subtle Meenzer, subtle

Same here, who's my fan. More to the point, the rest of you… cernts. Reckon there's common ground here, MF. Do you like Italian food? Because I know a great little place that you'll love. You know how to push an ape's buttons, you silver tongued fucker

Fuck me what a big derby. He's like Harold's fatter brother. That fucking shirt and tie combo. That tie is actually 4ft long, just foreshortened by the monumental gut. *wipes Tongue of North Western poop*

If he'd still been playing for us, that tap in would've finished up on Wembley Way. Well Done City Brummie twats.

Same here, who's my fan. More to the point, the rest of you… cernts.

Guessing JaMouse won't be getting this from Lovefilm.com

Man up, you're 41, it's a bit of piss taking ffs. Or, try this forum- clicky

Are you Kevin?

I kept her awake once or twice.

Never heard of anyone being like that about oranges before. what a shame! No chocolate orange for you then! Weird thing is, I love chocolate oranges. It's only actual oranges that have this effect on me. Anything orange-flavoured that doesn't actually contain any actual orange is fine. I once worked with a lass who was shit-scared of peas. I shit thee not.

How much did you get ripped off for the Persil Kev?

There's something in the air

Burn the heretic, burn him!

41 and three quarters.

Shot putt wahey! (Wasn't getting the love, so I helped a brother out)

And so it begins.

Aye, clivvor buggers them Jormans, mind.

This from East Sussex

Shot putt

Hope she's not getting an Astra taxi- she'll be late

*cue Parky*