Monkeys Fist

Preferably on each other's cocks.

Poor cunt. Imagine that as your first day at work.

If he had an ounce of self respect he'd be on the phone to Mikey Boy, ( who was elsewhere, with our DoF) discussing his resignation. As it is, since he clearly doesn't, we are stuck with him, the gaffers, and mediocrity. I'm so excited about the future I've shit me pants.

Today, at 11:30, I felt the need for a shit growing in my bowel. I hung on until the last minute, then went and unloaded a good few kilos of proper gut waste. The outcome of the above scenario was more of a surprise and less of a pain in the arse than today's result. Oh, almost forgot, when can we start judging JFK, is it now, or after our summer "signings"? Fucking cuntwash.

Send them this in reply

*hobbles into Ladbrokes with his penny jar " Purrit aal on sunlin, Marra!"

Try to avoid sitting there, thinking " What the fuck?" It'll break a man....

What ,never?

One of the Mackem muppets at Warburtons bakery ,where I do a contract, was giving it Billy Big Bollocks last Saturday , so I gently reminded him that whilst their last couple of results have been laudable, as a city we have been bending them over and fucking them for 500 years, since Trinity House got the Royal Charter. He didn't have a clue what I was on about, but it did the trick as the look of wounded confusion on his genetic disaster of a face testified.

He's agreeing with you, in a roundabout way.

Hats off to him. I wonder whether he was inspired by Hitzelspurger?

If he went we'd be Marvauxless. I'll get me coat.

What have I started ???

Pervert

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You must arrive in Norn Iron squiffy. It's the Law.

Coffee? Sort it out woman! Where you going?

It must've been 1977, latter half, if they were locked into Eldon Square. Queen opened it in 1977

Oops.

Worked a treat

Couch exec to couch potato