Monkeys Fist

I hope that this place has a medieval tradition that it still does every year that involves slapping lasses’ arse’s in the street with cabbage leaves, whilst yelling “WUPPERTAL!”

And we’re both bald and perve over Jenny Powell! We could be brothers. ( I’m obviously the funny one, mind).

I agree with everything posted previously. 5-0. Have that you yam yam fuckers.

A lot prettier than Hopkins, mind, even with the peg-teeth. Well, until he got his neck blown out.

Served my time pulling pints as a youth.

I do this, but only because it guarantees the bar tender will serve you next. Looking like a decent sort is an incidental bonus.

300 Kilos?

seems a good fit.

I hope she takes inspiration from Ginger in Casino, the daft, vacuous bint.

I hope we see a spate of copycat killings across the world, where vile, hateful right-wing cunts get offed publicly. It’d be nice to see Yaxley Lennon publicly voiding his bowels as he takes his last breath. Boebert can come for a ride with me and we’ll see how far silent, and screamed, prayer get her. I’m fucking sick of treating these vile bastards with even a modicum of humanity.

One less cunt in the world. Cry me a river, Magats.

Mate of mine has a private island. Wanted me to help him with a bit digging. Once I’d done digging, I was fucked.

You didn’t do them ever.

Laurel Avenue? One of my main dope dealers lived there when I was a full time stoner.

It’s so good they named it twice.

That’s all the same bloke at different ages- 13-30.

Just seen this One from the archives.

Depends whether he spends enough time in München. Prep is key.

This entire sentence has sent my Kenneth glands in to overdrive.

Taylor will be fewming she wasn’t asked to write that article mind.

A mate was married to a lad from Dipton. We’d go out for a sitty doon curry with them every couple of months or so, and I always, without fail, would ask the waiter if mate’s husband could have a spoowin for his Kerry. He fucking hated me

I’d be genuinely surprised if he’s even self-aware, never mind what we think of him.

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