Monkeys Fist

So, if telescopes can't be trusted, how do know that the sun and planets revolve around us?

Why do we have seasons Wolfy, you know, winter, summer and that?

Maybe, I'm just intrigued to hear how he comes to this definitive conclusion. Especially since man has never been in space , and all telescopes and astronomers are dodgy. Edit; just seen the " explanation" posted above. Waiting for the Za Za

Why? Tell me how this works.

Too many fucking golf balls whizzing around.

Gullit and Rijkaard.

You believe the sun orbits the earth? Be gentle when you FUCK ME!

My dish points up, SSE, the nearest hills in that direction are the Alps.

I know the ISS and communications satellites exist Wolfy, I have seen them with my own eyes. Not through a telescope, or camera, with my own eyes. Up close, in detail, in situ. They are there.

An actual Berkeley research paper into the effectiveness of various designs of foil hats. http://berkeley.intel-research.net/arahimi/helmet/ Bad News Wolfy, they don't block gov'mint signals, they actually amplify them.

Toolbag still at the bottom of the pool is it? I know why Wolfy here has his doubts. In all the "fake" footage , the earths curvature is easy to spot. Wolfy is clearly a Flat Earther.

Aye.

Odds on a Danny B return?

Why not ?

Yes, she does. ( turn the labels the "right" way )

Free finger food?

Aye, mine too. Says its because you don't know who has had their hands on the stuff at the front. Whereas the stuff at the back just arrived on the shelf by magic, untouched by filthy humans.

Trigamist. Mrs. F. goes all slack jawed in the cleaning product section. I've seen her take 5 minutes choosing bleach - It doesn't fucking matter, you only pour it down the bog! She never takes the tin/ packet/ bottle at the front of the shelf either- must be from the back.

Fucking mentalists, all of them.

Watching my mrs. shop is a lesson in OCD. They changed all the aisles recently and I thought she was going to erupt! And aye, if she goes on her own it's a cake/biscuit/chocolate extravaganza, which means I have to go in a day it two and do it properly.

I once had a lamb that thought it was a cat- she pherd.

The shear cheek of you! You're always ramming puns down our neck …chops. Agneau I sound peeved, but gigot to such lengths deserves the strongest response.

You'll be lambasted.