Monkeys Fist

Arse biscuits.

See Quiff for some kamagra mate.

He who controls the battlefield, controls history

Aye, they were to the right of the stairs if you go in from Tynemouth. It’s the blokes in Trilbys and Camel coats.

I know what it is- the ultimate aim of it though, is attack, no? By restricting opponents play in their half, they’re on the back foot and we are … … attacking. xGHP innit blud?

How low do your expectations have to be to think Dyce and Ferguson are the answer to your woes? Scouse mackems

Blonde- £2:99 at Lidl per 750ml bottle. He’ll be comatose on the bamp sofa by halftime

I’ve been likened to a character from Family Guy, tbh. Puzzled tbh as I’m neither black nor in a wheelchair… … giggedy

Been off today, so I’ve made a Garlic Spinach Chicken Bhuna which has been slowly becoming glorious in a low oven for the afternoon, just had a tester and, fuck me, it’s good. Bought the spice mix from a couple of wide-boys at Tynemouth market yesterday, jointed a chicken and added onions, a fucking shedload of garlic, small diced potato, passata, chicken stock, spinach and coriander. Edit; CT, multiply the above by 6, cook for all day, then throw it away and have 10 kebabs instead.

High Press, every second fucking sentence. Does my napper in. They’re attacking, ffs.

There was this poor Über Ginger lad in our class at school who’s voice was breaking for what seemed like three years- every time he spoke it was a squeak. Guess what his nickname was

Bob Mortimer, again.

It’ll be pronounced Rintoulamuckitty. Probably

That’s the one.

Hand written?

IS YOUR SHIFT BUTTON FUCKED AS WELL?

Let’s not forget the episode with Chrissy and Paulie in the woods. Should’ve won a comedy award that year.

Why was your physio staring at your moose knuckle? Pervert.

open his goal scoring account.

Is that Eddie Izzard as Marie Osmond?