Monkeys Fist

No John Macnamee? Here he is chinning Jack Charlton and then about to chin Bremner. ( he’s already sparked the keeper )

Easy Star Allstars did it best.

Not a patch on the original, tbh.

Lyon have been relegated due to their finances- this is Lyon who are owned by the the same people as Palace. So, Palace might not need to worry about losing their euro spot next year. Or, they might, depending on how Lyon’s appeal works out. What a clusterfuck. https://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/articles/cy7ng4vj8leo

Been getting right in to these lately. although it has to be said that your man on guitar definitely models himself on Nigel Tufnel.

I’d say he doesn’t know what the fuck he wants.

Fyp.

I grew up in Killy Towers. Top that, mofos!

Pastel green polo shirt with it?

Pics or GTFO. ( have you explored the Priest’s hole, btw? I won’t tell you where it is… don’t want to spoil the fun ).

I’ve a shit few days, then when I got home I found that someone had ripped the first and last ten pages or so from the 100yr old family dictionary. It just went from bad to worse.

I reckon Matt Berry saw these as a kid and he’s built a career on them

That’s Tits McGeesusfuckingchrist!

Is that Tits McGee sitting on the left?

Fish’s basement. Cool

What are the PL rules on maximum number of loan players in the squad? Asking for a marra.

Some people struggle to interpret body language , and this would be a great example to help them out. “ See all those lads in the white tops?” ” Aye” ” Every single one of them is thinking - ‘This bloke’s patter stinks as bad as his nappy, please make it stop.’ Ok?” ” Aye”

More bright pink muffin tops than a mackem bakery.

Is this off the Interpol CP site?

DIY? Looks like you made the butties, with the kitchen axe, and bought the rest at Boldon Asda… “ Homemade afternoon tea, couldn’t be arsed!”

There used to be a shop on Tynemouth front street called “ R. Strain Antiques”. Always got me

One of the great advantages of “anonymous” message boards is that people tend to show you their true selves. I’d always suspected mackems to be hateful bags of seething anger and misery, and it’s glorious to see that’s the case. 25 pages about Sam fucking Fender, each one saying exactly the same rage-filled, made-up nonsense that they feed on. You love to see it