Monkeys Fist

He’s had a catastrophic loss of jaw muscle control since a visit from a young, becocked Spanish lad. Hence the nonsensical jibber-jabber.

You talking about the fan or the player? or…

Winter is coming…

He’s like a master of Drunken Fist style, but with football instead of chinning radgies

Filth mongers outing themselves by liking this post. Self included, natch.

CT needs to submit a selfie if he wants to read the above post.

Frogmouth “genuinely worried by death threat” https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cyv6zd73jmzo “The jury heard how a few days later Mr Khan posted a response, in which he demanded Farage delete his Youtube video. He said he wanted to marry Farage's sister, before making the gun gesture, saying "pop, pop, pop" and then headbutting his phone.”

Mad seeing Ciggy above Big Nick ( also, mackems providing comedy last place …again).

Was having a chat with a futurologist pal, and asked me what I thought life would be like 3,025 years from now. I said we’d either have solved all our problems and become a peaceful, advanced race of spacefarers, or we’d have wiped ourselves out. He asked if there was any way it might be between those two extremes. I said “No, it’s 5050”

My favourite chocolate dessert that, with mango coulis.

Pardew’s appointment, at the expense of Chris Hughton, (who was the actual GOAT of the Ashley era), was the last straw for me. Last game I attended under Ashley was the Liverpool game just after Hughton was peddled and Pardew was announced. I only went because the boyfriend at the time of Mrs. F’s best mate was a plastic Scouse( and, it turned out later, a racist Brexiteer) from Potters fucking Bar who had two tickets in the Gallowgate and asked me to go with him. We fucking howked them, iirc I had a great time telling everyone sat near us that he was a Dipper

Because the Queen of the Bonkbusters has died and she was posh, so we all need to hear how good she was from her posh mates. You’ll have forgotten about these two next week, but no one, absolutely no one, will forget Jilly the smut peddler.

I don’t know why, but this phrase cracks me up every time.

He’s doing very well considering, if Wissa comes back firing on all cylinders the Big Man/Little Man potential is mouthwatering tbh.

Thanks for that mental image

Sounds like an idea for…

You still knocking out cups for mugs in your sweaty grundies in the downstairs lavvy? In fairness, it’s quite impressive that you manage to make the lettering appear like it’s on a flat surface…

They’re still trying to work whether to refer to him as Willie, Iam, Liam or Stew.

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Baaallz. You’re on thread duty until we successfully defend the Cup.

Happy Birthday you ancient old fuck This seems appropriate Is KCG the person Murun Buchstansangur was based on?

Fucking Brighton. 5-0 to us.