Monkeys Fist

Plenty of tack holes in his replica top, though.

@Zathras- got any funny pictures? 😉

Gregg’s new experimental line- Smashed Pasties

Aye, but can they play on a rainy night in Stone?

Remind her that Gove, the slime in charge of this, had this to say in his younger days. “We are at last experiencing a new empire, an empire where the happy south stamps over the cruel, dirty, toothless face of the northerner. At last Mrs Thatcher is saying I don't give a fig” All in jest, though, according to him. 😉

You been slicing off the dead skin on your heels again?

That’s a fowl accusation to make.

Word is he’s fond of his dogs…

Fucking hell , are they their actual players? Are they buying used Emmerdale characters now?

Speaking of enigmas.…

If we’re going to keep Wykiki’s pants dry we need someone in the Casa di Merda role, and quick.

Technically, he’s correct, just as long as you have the tastebuds of a dead otter. They still sell Stotties, I think it’s the only bread they do now.

It’d make their failing to reach the play-offs just that bit sweeter if he was in charge.

“Fabio, sunderland are on the phone asking you to speak to them” ” sunderland? Chi cazzo sono?” ” Exactly!”

You’re kidding? Eugenics, that was discredited in the 1930s? Genius.

Neither Johnson nor Cummings should have ever been within a mile of Downing St. Both cunts of the highest order, and it’s lovely seeing the one eviscerating the other. I think Cummings believes he’s seen as some kind of saviour by doing this- he’s merely proving what a dishonourable weasel he is, but I hope he keeps dropping the bombs.

Roadworks on Kenton Lane mate.

To be sure, to be sure

Gimme Rice. Nickname; Chips and Curry Sauce.

Oh good

Ffs! Right you tit- BAMBIS MAM GETS SHOT!!!!!

Wykiki’s Boss- “ Wahkehkeh, come int’office please” Wykiki- “ Oh fuck…*call HR” Wykiki’s Boss- “ Tha knows why for tha’s bin called in, does tha?” Wykiki- “ No Boss” Wykiki’s Boss-“ Tha’s bin laughin’ at t’Mentals again lad!” Wykiki- “Sorry Boss” Wykiki’s Boss- “ The father sent me a complaint from his home in Clitheroe!” Wykiki-“ Sorry Boss, I’ll pack my stuff “ Wykiki’s Boss- “ Nay lad, crack on-fuck the red rose Lancashire cunt”.