Monkeys Fist

Nah, well before Ant launched his Antschluss.

Or

Here you go

Yes, you are and yes I do.

Neither does essembee, he’s a massive Walter

Ah, the good old days, when all we had to worry about was keeping the head boy’s dick out of any nearby pig heads. That, and him selling the place down the river in a pissing contest.

Not surprising- if he could stay focused on his Berlin Defense whilst getting bummed to oblivion, not even your seagull psychosis would’ve phased him.

He also made an “instruction” tape that he’d play to his victims, of dos and don’ts, what he was going to do to them, etc. The transcript of it is linked at the bottom of his wiki page. It’s possibly one of the most disturbing things I’ve ever seen/read, (and I’ve seen CT’s attempts at cooking.) The fucker died a year after he was convicted, too, so he essentially got away with it.

You should look up David Parker Ray, The Toy Box Killer. NSFL.

Great game, and no it doesn’t. I used play for spliffs when I was a smelly hippy living in a tent I’m sure I’ve already told this thrilling tale, but I was stuck on Shell Island in Wales for a month or so with two other lads, we had backgammon matches but got sick of having to wait whilst the other two played, so we came up with a three person version, designed and made the board, pieces etc, then settled down to play.… … three hours later, having narrowly avoided chinning each other out of frustrstion when someone landed on your last piece, we decided it was better as a two man game

I think you might be on to something

What a lovely picture of domestic bliss … until he clicks on this.

You just know that the next spell of sunny weather, Rocky Rosenthal will be sinking the wheat biers and blasting this in to his neighbours gardens, until they look over his fence to see if he’s collapsed again and left it on repeat.… …Where they will be greeted by Bunter, casually glancing over the top of his £3:99 fake Raybans, giving a slight nod and shouting, ” Yeah, it’s my friends band, they dropped this last week…” , as his kids throw themselves under passing vehicles from the sheer embarrassment.

It’s a very nice way to spend time- you can start on flat water, ( lakes, mature rivers etc), and have a great time, getting on to moving/white water is another level, and supremely satisfying. Canadian canoes also have a far great cargo/beer capacity, so multi-day camping trips are a doddle. Hoping to take the kids along the Caledonian at some point in the future.

No time for apologies with all the paddling and moose fucking.

Like gaming, I’m also looking forward to building myself a woodwork workshop in my new gaff, and churning out terrible pieces of dead tree for Mrs. F. to pretend she likes. Canadian canoeing too, although it’s a rare thing nowadays.

I like to photograph roundabouts, but only ones with 5 or more routes converging on them. The rest can fuck right off, I haven’t got time to waste.

Time travel wizardry by Gloomy there.