Monkeys Fist

If I remember right, there’s a few pages of pictures in the middle.

“Accept”would imply consent…

Another whopper, proven liar, and he was right wing. Double whopper, with cheeyse.

His ideas are interesting, and certainly not beyond the realms of realism, but he is an absolute whopper. I don’t think he’s right wing mind.

Interesting little side-fact, film based. Amongst many others, Dustin Hoffman was once seriously considered for the role of John Rambo. Also, farewell Sundance!

Aye, Christmas is a nice hit of joy and excess in the middle of the winter misery. I’ll be doing dinner for 10-15 this year, again. Love it, tbh.

Was this a Graham Hancock video? His big thing is that civilisation is way older than we think, with various ones being wiped out when sea levels rose at the end of the last ice age. He makes some good points, and has some very interesting theories, but he fucks it all up by adding a bit of tin-hat lunacy to it and being an insufferable cunt too.

Started my new job on Sunday. To say it’s an absolute piece of piss compare to Damage Transport would be underselling it. Also, getting a shiny wagon to myself next week when I start “tramping”… I’m sure Linehan would have something to say about its brand name, but we all know he can just go and fuck a cactus.

I used to get the winter blues big style, but, I have lifted it for years by following the Fist SAD-Shifter plan. Step 1: Crank one out when you feel the blaaaackness descending Step2: Reap that dopamine hit Step 3: Wipe it on the curtains Repeat as necessary.

“Wadn’t” That’s pure cringe right there. If they’re going to type in mackemeyse, they need to commit to it fully, not just knuckle smashing the odd word now and then. It would make their board even more entertaining than it already is. As far as Ms. Wadn’t, well, firstly, wad- obviously , secondly-aye, she’s of Yemeni descent on her mother’s side I believe. There is ( or was, at least) a decent sized Yemeni community in South Shields , from a bunch of Merchant seamen who settled there in the 1920s and 30s. There was also a serious race riot there in the 30s, I think, by proto-gammon sand dancers. One of my Grandad’s sisters had three kids, the eldest of whom was mixed race , and had a Muslim surname. My brother and I were aware that there had been “whisperings” about his parentage ( and his legitimacy), amongst elder members of the family, so when we did our family tree is was a very satisfying thing to trace his father, a Merchant seaman from Yemen, who married his mother a year before his birth, and was then lost at sea during WWII, as many of his fellow colleagues were. It was nice to put the whispers to bed on his behalf and share the fact his dad paid the ultimate price to help feed this country in wartime.

Which pic was it that triggered their slavva glands ? or or maybe or what about Meanwhile… I think we know why they’re pissed off.

I’d let Howe shag the Mrs. Id let Keegan shag me.

My incognito google has more tabs than the Wills factory.

I remember they were proper ski-jumps, firm but wobbly… …but I can’t remember the name of the dickhead manager I worked with for nearly a year The soft cunt came in one night with a shit suit, shirt and tie on a hanger, as he was “going clubbing “ after work ( bear in mind this was 1997, a fucking suit!)… anyway, he hung it up in the staff room which had a chest freezer in it full of grated mozzarella. I snuck up at the start of the night with the pizza chef’s water spray bottle, fucking lathered the suit,shirt , tie and pants, and laid it out in the freezer. When we all went up to get changed we quickly hung it back up and went down for a pint- it was like Oetzi’s gear… fucking solid. He was nearly in tears

I was working as a chef, and rightly predicted we’d do no more than a couple of tables. We had one - 4 yummy mummy’s out for some wine with a bit scran to pad it out. We had a telly set up by the kitchen door, with 4 beer barrels stacked on top of each other and the aerial plonked on top. Can’t remember what they ordered, but I do remember the one sitting nearest the kitchen had spectacular chebs that were barely contained in a vest top, and I spent halftime getting a great view of the side-boob on show. The entire kitchen staff were plastered by the end of it, the young prick of a manager tried to stop us drinking on duty but I told him to shut the fuck up and pour the pints, and keep the fuckers coming… great night

¿Cómo les iría en una noche lluviosa en Stoke? 5-0.

Meh, they’re more than used to going down by now.

Tbf, that’s a fairly mild statement for a right wing agitator, and I can see why you agree with it.

Yes

You’ve spelled Bum wrong, you dyslexic whopper.

The minute you saw the images of him in a t shirt with a bald eagle on the Stars and Stripes, it kind of gave the game away tbh

Just do a basic formula sum and repeat it four times.

Eh? You’re upset that only the right are vile? Am I reading this correctly? “The next generations” will be absolutely fine, too, Grandad.