Monkeys Fist

If he dares step out of his area, Eddie will set the Staffordshire Bull Tindall on him.

This is the Interior Decorator line-up. Adept at pastings.

Is it Eurovision already then?

You’ll be fine by kick-off.

I’m also refusing to watch any of it until someone, with more time and inclination, has dubbed Chaz’s responses with Pingu’s “ NOOT NOOT!” Kingu.

Didn’t Lizzy’s Dad and his gin-soaked wife do the same? Seems they did https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coronation_of_George_VI_and_Elizabeth

“Look at the size of that thing!”

That’s a hive of scum and villainy.

Unfortunately, I start work precisely at kick off, and have a vehicle check to do in my first twenty minutes, so I’ll likely miss our first three or so goals. Hope we don’t slack off after that, though. 👍

I’ve been there climbing- there’s a big fuck off rock right beside the town. It was years ago, but the Old Town is very nice if I remember.

Have told him to caaaalm down La?

Charles, to his mates.

I reckon the sequel will out in about 10 years or so. I’ll be slightly more fired up that one, since we know what Kate is hiding under the robes.… Tbf, we also know what Camilla is hiding under hers, but no one wants to see that. * one of the above is nsfw, I’ll let you pick which.

Gutted - sauntered round to sis-in-laws where the flag-shagging party is, thinking it’d be all over bar the shouting. Sausage Hands was still in the fucking church! I’ve decamped to the garden where I’m muttering republican curses at the tortoise.

I’m out with the hairy danger for his walk, it’s glorious here. Should’ve held the thing at St. Bart’s

Aye, a billionaire riding a gold carriage to meet a bloke in a dress who’ll put a gold hat on him. All of which we pay for. Meanwhile, he’ll be exempt from over 160 laws.… https://amp.theguardian.com/uk-news/2022/jul/14/queen-immunity-british-laws-private-property

Aye, and it had nowt to do with “Independence”.

Team Sausaged YP.

I’m going to bail on this pun-run, it doesn’t warrant my efforts.

Lad I knew lived with his brother who was properly OCD. Every time I went to their place I’d just slightly tip a few pictures to one side or another. Apparently it drove him mental, but my moment of glory was when I realised he had a square, abstract bit of art hanging up. Everytime I went, it got rotated 90°, which according to his brother gave him the fucking yips as he knew something was off, but couldn’t quite tell what it was. I really am a bit of a cunt.

He had to move out of Whitley- gangs of Actors were going round chinning people.

I don’t know, but it kills 99% of known germs.