Monkeys Fist

“Mr. Fist , the tests show you have a degenerative neurological disease “ “Shit Doc, I only came in to have my prostate tickled. “ ” Don’t worry, it’s one of the good ones”

Give him a break- he’s had to attend his Coronation … … I think that’s what he meant when he said, ” Fuck me , I’m crowning! “

Nah, he’s immortal- he just flounced.

Thanks for reading my post.… …You heard it here first

Fyp

Btw, are we accepting that essembee has carked it?

Alreet Dr. Barlow

He’s got as much right to be King as the real one tbh.

I can recommend a great elocution tutor if you make the move- Tadger Armstrong, lives in Percy Main. Mrs. W. is a Scab, isn’t she? No worries- much like Callum, he does couples too.

Aye, and her skin.

5-0 Three each from Longshanks.

Just noticed your avatar Salsica Digitus Rex. The Return of the Sausage.

Love a bit of anarchy.

Totally missed this as I was akip. It who is the official thread starter for the Wombles game now?

Oof! That’s awful news - poor bloke, i echo everyone’s best wishes for his recovery. Aye, thoroughly decent move. I’d be swiping my desk, rattling the secretary on it one last time, then striding out the minute I got the diagnosis.

Current estimated costs for rebuilding it are $1.7-1.9 billion. “ If only we’d listened to that miserable Yorkshire cunt!”

That’s the one that collapsed, aye?

As Fish was out for his pre-elevenses constitutional this morning , he heard what he thought was an angry duck approaching him from behind, and turned around just in time to be assaulted by the stench cloud as Mary-Anne Hobbs fart-stepped her way past him, necking cabbage-flavoured Japanese Kit-Kats. Poor lad’s had his day ruined.

Absolute emotional rollercoaster. Finished my shift and my 9:30pm return load is from a drinks factory at Kegworth. Sleep spot 5 minutes away at Donington Services. I thought I’d nip in and see if I could dump my trailer there, let them load it whilst I’m on my 9hrs, also letting me park anywhere in the services as I’d just be my wagon only, no trailer. Bloke in charge was top notch- “ No problem me Duck!” Dump the trailer, pull in to the services, get parked in a quiet spot, and think “ Mint- uninterrupted kip!” Then I hear a plane taking off next door and realise I’m 2 minutes from East Midlands Fucken Airport.… Never mind, earplugs to the rescue. Off I toddle to check out the showers- they’re huge cubicles, with a double bench, constant flow ( not having to press a button every 10 seconds), and are spotless! I think, “ Best drop my final cargo of the day!” and nip in to the bog to release the Kraken, and it’s clean, fragrant, and roomy! This is too good to be true! And it was. As I was making an arse barrier on the seat with big roll, the flush went off. “ Odd?” Went to get some more paper, flushed again… It was sensor operated. Sat down to lay cable, 10 seconds in, fucking flushed again. Neptune’s bastard Kiss. But it wasn’t just the one peck on the cheek, oh no! I lost count after the tenth icy cold barse shower, and, every time, I involuntarily clenched - my turd must’ve looked like a fucking Yorkie with the bricks and the break-offs. Now back in the Strangle Wagon, about to strangle it, then kip! Goodnight 😘

Preach, brethren.

So , listened to all four of their albums, and the verdict is in, Pop Pickers! My preference as the moment is 1,4,2,3, but that’s academic really- they’re fucking outstanding. Out of the whole 4 albums I only skipped two tracks, one with Jorja Smith singing, and the other with some chipmunk-voiced little fuck wit called Moonchild Very talented lot, the bassist and drummer being particularly good. 5/7.

French Knock Knock joke; “Frappe frappe” ”Qui est la?” ” Lostie!” ” Lostie qui?” ”Oui!”

Fyp

The bigger the cushion, the better the pushin’ ( Late to the thread … bite me).