Monkeys Fist

but also 🤮

Parmesan Coco Pops? Sounds like a special at Fish’s English Tapas Shack.

McGoogled that for you.

It’s even worse when they do your nose first…

Posted this elsewhere, but you might like it

Seems like the perfect time for Poopie Monster Cakes MKII- cheer them all up

Cookie Monstered your post.

Tenuous, but I’ll take it.

Been a PlayStation user all the way, but that might come to a halt soon … KFC launches game console with built-in chicken warmer https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-55433318

Squeaky bum time for Brucey- Tony Pulis: Sheffield Wednesday sack manager after 10 matches in charge https://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/55471175

Have your efforts since fared any better on the Bristol Scale? How’s it going anyway, Sugarteats, you must have had an absolute belter of a year? I don’t think you’d need too much straining to squeeze those out, like.

The Zuckerberg effect.

Yes. Assuming Hippo Heed fucks up with West Brom (by trying to sell players at a car boot sale or whatever dodgy shite he can come up with), I’d not be hugely shocked to see the Cabbage scuttle back to the Championship, and the Midlands. It’d be the ideal job really, as he’ll already have property there from when he fucked over Villa and City, he’ll know the pubs, crisp suppliers etc. and when he fucks up there he can easily find another shite Midlands side to see him to retirement. He can always fall back on his second career as an author… ”In 1999, while manager of Huddersfield, he wrote a trio of novels: Striker!, Sweeper! and Defender!. The books centred on fictional football manager Steve Barnes, based on Bruce, who solved murder mysteries and thwarted terrorists. Bruce later expressed his embarrassment at the books, which have become sought-after collectables.”

I’ve just figured out why you keep posting on here- clearly having both Ashley’s and Bruce’s cocks lodged firmly down your throat makes talking tricky, so you come here to type out your fucking bilge instead.

Hope you’re well @PaddockLad

Why “faux”? Shouldn’t we be disgusted that an NUFC manager is coming out with shite like this? “For a lot of people this isn’t good enough but we have to accept it” No we don’t.

Because it’s likely his last mildly obscene payday. It’s downhill from here for Brucey, and he knows it.

You’re saying that like it’s news to anyone.

Mad though- I knew they ( my parents) were mates with the Animals, Chas Chandler and Hilton Valentine in particular, (Alan Price who was pleasant initially but rapidly became “a right shithouse”), and were on first name terms with about half of The Stones, until they went stratospheric, and had met Hendrix, Clapton etc. After tonight’s Buddy Rich tale, I asked her how many other massively influential musicians they just happened to “know/ had stayed at ours when I as little”? Spencer Davis and Steve Winwood came for tea before a gig, Elton John, before he was well known, The Junco Partners were good friends, The Who played after-hours sets for them numerous times, and she remembers meeting a new band in the late 60s, after she’d finished working there but her younger sisters, who still worked there, knew them- Led fucking Zeppelin. Most of these legendary fuckers came after their gigs at the City Hall and jammed with the house band ( usually the Juncos) and/or anyone who could play. Fucking hell man… I’ve asked her to write it all down, just to have a record of it - ( before she goes micey, we both knew that’s what I meant but politely ignored it.) Zeppelin. Fuck me

She was a woman of the 1960s. Let’s leave it there.

Me and Grandma Fist were discussing Fist Jnr’s complete lack of talent ( so far) on the drums, when she decides to do what Grandad Fist did a few years back.. Casually mentions that Buddy Rich stayed at ours once whilst he was on a tour, ( I was about 4 and apparently he had me and my older brother knocking out beats on biscuit tins- I’m devastated that I have no recollection of this). Buddy fucking Rich. The most insane part of this is that he played Killy Club the night he stayed at ours, not the City Hall or wherever.

Mildly rat-arsed here. (Didn’t start until after 12:00, but it doesn’t take much nowadays.)