Monkeys Fist

I clicked that faster than the speed of light, you twat

Cracking- to break without complete separation of parts; break into fissures.

That’s just nuts.

FYP

This article might interest you, Renton. https://www.downtoearth.org.in/interviews/environment/-leave-the-sentinelese-alone--61317 It mentions the points you raised above.

I’m slightly disappointed he didn’t put it on his head, mind.

An artist called Drew.

Same bloke drew all the posters?

They’ve all spawned a pinball machine, each one of which you have in your garage… …covered in jizz

They should agree, but put Chi Onwurah in charge.

Can I get 100+ hours out of this game? I’m quite happy fucking about hunting and collecting shit, I have a worryingly OCD need to do every side mission in a game, and I really enjoyed the previous one. I’ve only got enough brownie points to get 1 of the super-duper AAA games before Christmas, it was going to be Fallout 76, but fuck that shite At the minute, I’m torn between Assassins Creed Kebab Shop, and R2D2. Help a chap out. Also, when’s The Last Of Us 2 out?

Looks like you’ve some black mould spots there mate.

I’ll just leave this here

No minibus in the world is worth that.

Sounds like a Monty Python sketch.

Dead dude’s family have “forgiven” the islanders for killing him. I’m sure the islanders are sleeping easier tonight.

Let’s pretend for a moment that they didn’t turn the fucker in to a pincushion the second he landed. What was his plan? How was he going to convert a tribe, who speak an unknown language and have been separated from other humans for nearly 60,000 years, in to believing that some Jewish chippy’s bastard that pegged it 2000 years ago is the saviour of mankind, and if they’ll just put these nice clothes on, build a church and forget their culture, the dead bloke will come back and all will be well? Its probably best that they insta-killed him.

Still could, even in death. Fucking plum.

Once all the manufacturers have moved their factories to China or wherever, we needn’t worry about these pesky “trade deals”. Can’t trade if you don’t make anything …

Why don’t you ask the Souness loving, so-called accountant?

What The Fuck? (He’s going to get ill quickly if he keeps kissing raw chicken minge).