Monkeys Fist

Took the family for a trip out up Northumberland yesterday, and as we passed this farmer stood in amongst his crops I told the kids that he was a particularly talented farmer. “ Why’s that then, you dodgy old Whopper?” says they. “ BECAUSE HE’S OUTSTANDING IN HIS FIELD!” said I, dodging the blows

Was it @Ketsbaia that had the Triads banging on his door, or was that someone else?

Who’s this cunt?

We do.

As if by magic, Mr Benn carked it at 86. RIP Ray Brooks.

I don’t think anyone on here has an of page, thank god.

also, ffs.

Ffs. https://archive.ph/ouEph

It’s because they want more people in the ground who are used to sitting in their own shit.

One of the last proper heros for me. Also, probably said the greatest understatement ever uttered in history, “Ah, Houston, we've had a problem." ( even though he was repeating Jack Swiggert’s original statement). How they stayed so cool during that entire mission is remarkable.

Windowy???

Won’t have a clue

Like Jeffrey Dahmer-Brutal, but fair

Fucking Spitfires, eh?

School holidays are over soon though. Back to being relentlessly bullied by all the lasses.

Can you kill it please, it reeks of stale farts and is as entertaining as Stan Boardman and his son, John Bishop . Also, its mam is so fat I took a pic of her arse last Christmas and it’s still printing. Boom

I’ll say one thing about this place, at least the trains run on time.

This is one of them that thinks it’s intellectually superior and ever so erudite. Answering my own question, I’m 100% sure it’s a stale fart variety.

Is this daft cunt still here? These trolls all follow a remarkably similar trajectory when they show up, and fuck knuckles here is following suite to the letter. What’s always funny is that they all clearly think they’re the first Question- Do we think this one will fuck off of it’s own accord, or will it stick around like a stale fart until the button is pressed?

“We…uh”

I heard the whole saga took so long because he kept running off and saving kittens and children from certain death.

Apparently I’ll have little if anything to do with actual Amazon staff, other than Benedict, Fred, and Michelle in the Lahore call centre when I need to be let in to the yard. Suits me