Monkeys Fist

It shouldn’t be surprising, given that their nickname , Scouse, comes from a poverty stew.

Easy question at the end of that article. This week’s puzzler… Nick Woltemade became only the second Newcastle player with a surname beginning in ‘W’ to score for the club in Europe. Can you name the other player and the match in which they did so?

Barred because they’ve been up to their usual toilet tricks

Remember when the Cabbage was only training our lads twice a week, and Joelinton ( who was getting pelters from us at the time) paid for extra personal fitness training, like a committed professional does? If Ratty had wanted to be fit for the start of the season, he could’ve been.

The Iceman- fucking glacial rate of scoring and frozen out.

I genuinely don’t think they’re meant to be mackem zombies- they’re short on finger count and way over on tooth count.

None of them- that lass is at leayst 17.

TLDR;

Aye sorry to hear this Robin. I think we’ve got a while until our little shithound departs , but I know the Mrs. will be a gibbering wreck when the time comes. I’m going to get her a tortoise afterwards so she won’t have to worry about saying goodbye.

Jane Goodall, Mrs. Gorillas in the Mist. 91

Tripps stood watching there, thinking ” What in the fuck is he doing?””

At least they don’t drool and talk like a mo… … oh, sorry, they do.

WAFFLE!

Go on Gordon!

That fucker from the office next door - his bag is literally full of them.

Nicked

Mine told me not to be sick in the sink as there were dishes in there. Whilst I was about to lose consciousness

Aww, man, look at his ickle boots

I actually made it to the end of a Fish post, and the above is the answer to all this nonsense,tbh.

Make it an even £2.47p and I’ll consider it.

If Eddie is anything like me, and I’m suure there are some parallels ( ) then when he planted his little fuckers he’ll have made sure he dug deep enough to avoid any reemergence problems.

It’s fucking horrible mind- about ten years back, we were all round my sister-in-laws for a family get together, which included a succulent chinese meal! I had a spare rib, proper meaty one, no lumps of gristle, chewed the buggery out of it, and as I swallowed it my body decided that was a perfect time to start a bout of hiccups. I remember the instant realisation that I couldn’t breathe, or speak. I went in to the kitchen and stood over the sink, having grabbed the Mrs. on the way past and pointed frantically at my throat and down my mouth. I took the daft bint way too long to realise I wasn’t playing Charades or something, then eventually she asked “ Are you choking?” I remember being stood over the sink, feeling my legs go numb and my vision started tunnelling, then, WHHAAAAAMMM! Sis-in-law , who is 4ft dead and about 10 kilos wet through, is also an A&E nurse. She’d Heimliched me- nowt, then apparently took a running punch to my upper back, which shifted it. I reckon my throat was blocked for no more than a minute, minute and a half maybe, but I was absolutely drained afterwards. Really struggled to finish my pint and chow mein.