Monkeys Fist

We should’ve all piled over to Ed’s NUFC blog.

Anyone got Nick Kielce Poland’s number?

I’d like to take this opportunity to remind myself how much I fucking hate the Beige and hope it goes shittily bad for them.

It’s just a shame it wasn’t sponsored by Disney this year. That would’ve been lovely.

We are George Michael, Villa are Ken Ridley, whatever the other one was called. In line with the new tradition, tapping on the gif below will reveal my winning score prediction via morse code.

My protests against were also utterly disregarded when we got our furry shit machine, Dweezil. He’s also caused our feathery friends to vacate our garden, but I think it’s just in protest at his astonishing stupidness, since he’s soft as shite and probably scared of birds. I was throwing a ball about the back garden for him the other day, which he was unbelievably excited about, being a dog, and in one of his attempts to get said ball, he forgot that brick walls are solid entities and hurt when you charge head-first in to them… … like I said, thicker than a mackem’s belly

Domestic cats are the number one killer of birds in this country (after me of course). There’s a growing lobby who would like to see them kept indoors under lock and key and only allowed outside if tethered. (again also after me.)

Can I just post a pic of Jason Tindall for the answers?

Count me in.

I’ve just looked them up, and they were aged 15-17 when they recorded that. They also had a pathological hatred for greyhounds and made it their life’s work to wind the crazy bastards up. One of the above statements is true. Guess

Otherwise they’d be standing, and you wouldn’t see the fine fellows behind. Also, they’ve just wiped.

Before I sign up, what level of magnification is on your camera lens?

Shall I knock on all the neighbours doors before I snip one off on the path?

Few things finer than mastering plucking your banjo’s strings.

Just to confuse things, I saw the comments in the Trump thread about this, and shifted my post over there. Not shifting yours, like, banjo fiddler.

I’ve just read the thread from start to finish I’m still baffled, but fuck me, what a laugh. @Dazzler, are you still in touch with any of these? Bring them back for another round if so, we’ll be fucking nice, honest.

Since it’s Gemmill, who’s a bit “special”, I’ll go round his and wipe my hoop STANDING in front of his living room window instead. But, anyone else, Quiffed. No quibbles, no skinchies , no takesy backsies

One more fucking mention of x fucking G, in support of it or baffled by it, and I’m fucking Quiffing whichever cunt does it. One fucking more!

I believe the word you’re looking for is Does the female form make you uncomfortable, Mr. Renton?

Both above squads had super talented players who, whilst great to watch, could often be guilty of selfishness and reluctance to drop back when needed. Every single one of current side, especially the “stars” of it, give 100% to the team. The semi-final and the final are probably the most complete examples of this that I can recall. It’s also very rare to see our lads properly arguing or frustrated with each other, even when they’re losing ( what’s that again? ). All of which comes from the unbelievably thorough job that Howe, Tindall, Jones and all the other backroom staff are doing, from coaching, recruitment, everything. After the initial, massive, adrenaline hit of the takeover had worn off and the size of the job at hand was apparent, I don’t think anyone, from Chairman down, could have possibly expected us to be in such a strong position so soon. It’s a beautiful thing to see.

Imagine even attempting to assume the moral high ground when one of your own fans glassed your own chairman whilst he was out for a meal with his sisterwife The mental gymnastics these cunts are pulling off make Olga Korbut look like Stephen Hawking

Cunts will be cunts, innit.