Monkeys Fist

Nah, never stop pointing out what an absolute dog turd of a human he is. I don’t know what it’ll take for people to turn on the cunt, but given what he’s already got away with, when it does eventually happen it’ll be a joy to watch. Hopefully he takes a load of his scum cronies with him.

It’s been reported elsewhere that he also put the milk in the tea after he’d poured the tea- fucking savage.

So, you’re not just posh, you’re Gosforth Posh. ( I think Sammy has slightly misunderstood the players in the above drama, btw Fat wobbler was a visiting tradesman to the house, bang tidy wife was the house owner. )

“Yiz playin pool n yiz snookad, can yiz play the jump shot? ( hitting cue baal awwa anuntha baal te hit ya cullad baal)? Yes ah nah?” Today’s lesson- Meth and Blue Pop don’t mix.

Stick all three in the ring at the same time- last man standing wins. I reckon Fury and Joshua could have Wilder out in the 1st round with a bit of co-operation, then have at it I’d watch it.

Interesting shift tonight- knocked on a punter in Gosforth and she answered the door with “ Can you help, call an ambulance, he’s collapsed!” I go in to find a seriously porky sparky in her kitchen, greyer than Manc Mag, sweating like Renton when the builders turn up, semi-conscious and with his 17yr old son stood rooted the spot. I got the lad on the phone for an amberlamps, checked fatty out and discerned- ‘he’s not having a heart attack right now’ which was good, checked he wasn’t/hadn’t had a stroke, then spoke to the 999 lass. Paramedic dispatched, she told me to go to Linden Road church ( which was just around the corner), and get the defibrillator “just in case” until the paramedic arrived. Medic was there when I got back, checked out Tubs and worked out that he’d probably popped a ligament in his knee as he bent over, jumped up too fast and that, combined with the admittedly excruciating pain of his knee exploding, had caused him to black out. Ffs, the useless fat fucker. Still, the wife who’s house it was was bang tidy, and very grateful. ( no, not that grateful)

His brother is callled Muriel, anyone would think Alisson’s deed Dad wanted daughters.

The sound of them whining like little bitches when they don’t win will be audible on Tyneside, like a distant siren… except to the tune of “Sack the Manager/Board/Cleaning Lady!”

Well, there it is. Do you have to slip them a woofie?

Nah she’s not, but t00nraider2 is , the dog bumming shyster.

He bums dogs. There.

I feel your pain.

Toilet trader.

You’ve got history on bad window decisions, mind.

He missed off the “So there” at the end of this hissy fit. The little bitch

He also bums dogs.

He’ll be fucking devastated when he realises it’s not a massive tube of Pringles. Edit; D’oh, just seen the photoshop

Or claiming you’d met Alan Carr.

You appear to have a lady growing out of your arse.

Resounding indifference.

Are those the actual words he used? If so, I’m actually speechless

Their history of child care isn’t inspiring, like.

Psychedelics and obscene riches are a marriage made in hell.

Agreed. Musk is a successful businessman.