Monkeys Fist

I’ve never been but it’s got an xY(ummy) of 3.6.

Tesco,? ‘ark at marra moneybags ! FTM!!

I couldn’t agree more.

Of course, if we lose, you’ll have to stfu about it, aye?

You still pissed?

I reckon we’ll see an xV mostly against this, which doesn’t mean that’s the way the vote will actually go, but…

Ooh, fuck me. I’d maybe have a think about seeing someone professional mate? As always, we’re here to provide support and light punnery, as appropriate.

I “saw the light” a good few years ago, haven’t been proper drunk in ages. I had the choice on Sunday of a 1pm start in Town with a lad I know from offshore, or 3:30pm meeting my brother in a local. Me and bro had 5-6 beers over the duration, not even groggy on Monday. I rang my mate the next afternoon and he sounded like Tom Waits

Fuck’s sake man, Gloomy doesn’t know we lost yet!

Also, they want to be careful what they wish for, as a quick “independent regulatory” look at the ( grain price-fixing) source of their lack of wealth would see their pocket-money billionaire owner swiftly fucked off out the door.

Didn’t use bulldogs either… Savage.

Gloomy, you can come out now, it’s safe.

3-0 😉

I’d class this as a failure on our part, tbh. It’s screamingly obvious we need, not just one, new strikers.

They’re a small-time, racist, paedo loving, provincial shit-hole. Their opportunities for joy come from shagging their sisters, shitting in public places, and buying fruit by imperial measures. They are, as we all know, an irrelevance in the grand scheme of things, but I still take great pleasure in witnessing their behaviour that confirms all of the above. As we move on, they’ll stay where they are… nowhere. FTM

Karius did a pretty remarkable job for someone who hasn’t played a match for two years, especially in a crucial position such as his. His lass should be getting herself lubed up as we speak

Just got home, obviously disappointed, but … … I’m not disheartened. We were the better side by a country mile, but we lacked any final attacking threat, which we must, and will, inevitably address. Putting this game in context, a year ago we were staring virtually inevitable relegation in the face. To even be here is an unbelievable achievement on his part. Howe has worked godly levels of improvement on our club, and will continue to do so. Maybe this final came a year too early, but we can walk away from this with our heads up. Off the pitch, there was only ever going to be one winner, but we took that to another level. The shot of our end, with the Black and White stripes and the flags, was genuinely hair-raising stuff. The way our owners interacted with our players and staff as they came up to collect their medals was just superb, and that’s from a grumpy old cynic. I wish we’d won, but I’m in no way ashamed of where we are as a club, and we’ll do the job properly next time. Howay the Lads

I’m not seeing a cone-headed elderly gent in that clean up team mind… … unless he had to dash off to his hotel for a piss?

Get in there and show them what true athleticism looks like

This flesh planet shouting “ You Fat Bastard” at the old bloke. Mackem Logic

Everyone dry and fully clothed, fountains are floater free. You seeing this, mackems?

Go for it, Da(ve) Vinci