Monkeys Fist

Tbf, every picture I’ve ever seen of Johnson is damning.

He’s from Hampshire so he’ll still be a bit salty that his team is shit since Ferguson retired.

What’s depressing as fuck is that, not too long ago, had a PM held one, single, party whilst the country was under lockdown, they’d have walked the minute it came out. Sue Gray investigated 16 parties at No.10 16 16 times, at least, these cunts thought “fuck it, let’s get lashed”. My dad died at home, in pain, without the standard of palliative care he’d get in a hospital, because he didn’t want to die alone, and he knew we’d have to follow the rules. Meanwhile, this cunt was getting shitfaced on our coin, on a regular basis, with his cunt pals and workers. My hatred for this privileged waste of fucking oxygen is absolutely incandescent, and I wish nothing but the worst for him and his ilk.

Point of order- no he doesn’t.

No he shouldn’t.

6 minutes? Show off.

I still reckon he sounds like the noise you make when you tickle your kids.

What’s Luke “£50 million” Edwards got to say about all this?

No mention of The Shit Kit. This bloke’s a rank amateur.

Supposedly Lennie Peters was Charlie Watts’ uncle. You heard it here first.

How can you tell?

And they can’t go forward in time- only 30 years behind everyone else.

It’s a bit like Dr. Who, but with a Turdis instead.

A little understanding goes a long way here, lads. Sunday night is traditionally a night off for restaurants in France, so Asprilla knows his absent Mrs is about to get split in two by Pierre’s saucisson grande. Poor lad.

I’m about to watch Return Of The King with my son. I’ll be amazed if you’re still here by the time I’m finished.

On both

Alreet Clarko!

For anyone who hasn’t seen it, the words you’re looking for are… SPOILERS, CUNT!

I always thought Roy Keane looked better without his beard.

Best I could do at short notice

This place has its own version of Godwin’s Law, except instead of Nazis it’s Denise Squelch. Godawfuls Law?

CT knows all too well how hard it is to keep a fart in his trousers, unlike the time at Boldon Dogs where he managed to keep a shite in his trousers