Monkeys Fist

She was a hooker previously so it’ll have cost him.

Oof! It’s not like they painted it bright yellow with some red warning stripes to make it easy to see either! And they put it on the path, not the road, the sneaky fuckers.

Can someone quote the above, so Ibby can actually read it, coz apparently I’m blocked Save them posting endless screenshots.

Look at you, kiking up the price of evaporated milk.…

Fyp again.

Are you posting from your phone? If you want to quote someone’s post, just hit the “quote” in the bottom left of the post. If you want to quote multiple posts, tap the little plus sign next to it instead, on each post you want. It’ll bring up a floating box which you tap once you’ve chosen all your posts to quote

Reminds me of Jack Charlton…

Spoilers ffs!

Fyp.

Didn’t get to see Wolf Hall 2 the other night as Mrs. F. put Day of the Jackal with Eddie Refmayne on and we ended up bingeing 5 episodes

BASTARD! I want to know what Eddie embraced now! Was it a trout? His Mam? A bag of onions? Damn you Knight Ryder and your click bait temptations!

He’s a Badger with a mushroom tadger.

Luke Onion reminds me of Pheeeelleeep Albert, because after he retired he sold onions, and always had one in his pocket… … probably. Edit; Here’s Phillipe giving his mate, Herge’s Adventures of Tin Tin, a sneaky peak at his pocket onion behind the fruit stand. What a lad!

Parked up outside of Sittingbourne in Kent. As I exited the ablutions hole, a lad pulls up in a van with, “Ask me about our famous Kentish Gypsy Tarts!” lathered all over the side. So I did. My mind was naturally thinking- “Wahey, man’s got a load of dusky cockney Salmas in the back, ready to read my palm then drain my sack!” Nope- they’re a local delicacy, apparently. The lad could obviously tell I was deflated, and instead of a blowy off Madam Zaza, he gave me a freebie (see above). The filling is brown sugar and evaporated milk, whisked to fuck, then baked in the case. Diabetus in a tasty bite. Hey ho, off to my “social media” to look up Gypsy Tarts, see if I can get the recipe…

I’ve not read far back through this thread, but hasn’t he put some Fox TV presenter in as Defence Secretary?

Rarely ever bother with FB nowadays, Twitter is/was very much a spectator sport for me, never bothered with The ‘Gram or TikTok. Of all the social media sites, the one I’ve stuck with throughout hasn’t changed its MO since day one. You can choose to follow contributors or not, has a wide and diverse search option if you’re after something you don’t normally see, and its algorithm actually shows stuff based on what I like. It’s mint, and I’ll be devastated if X-Hamster ever changes.

Slight FYP

Carlos Mencia levels of “truth”

“ one position below the PL” That’s them, isn’t it?

When I did high-rise window cleaning, we’d use Eight as code for a munter with a decent rack- “ Eight at 3oclock!” Eight because that’s the number of tits on a pig.

Dunno like…

Have you posted this in the wrong thread(s)? Try here…

I can’t find it now, but I’m 100% that Joe sought out and paid for extra fitness and technical training personally whilst The Cabbage was here, as he wasn’t getting any from The Cunt. The club and fans were a pretty toxic combo for any new player to deal with in Bruce’s time, but I can’t recall him ever speaking out in his own defence either, even when he was getting absolute pelters. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, but that really does speak volumes about him. edit; I’d probably say the he’s up there amongst my all-time favourite players. If he’d shown just enough improvement under Howe to justify his retention in the squad, and tapped in a few easy shots, he’d still be regarded as a player who’d been “Howed”, as he was so poorly regarded previously. To turn in to this fucking International standard midfield monster that makes opponents visibly wilt, and in such a relatively short time, puts him in my legendary book.

Canoes, gorges, crazy locals, and furious action on banjo strings. Takes me back to my youth