Monkeys Fist

He’s got the forehead for it.

Oh, I dunno… ( their faces at 0:34 ).

We are so utterly and comprehensively fucked thanks to the Pig Fucker not having the stones to tell one wing of his party to fuck off. Best PM in my lunchtime.

Pvt. Heel Spurs will deny it, blame WWII on Obama, then have a cheeseburger.

I’m never watching darts again. ( I never watched it before, but I’m never watching it again).

I know you’re just ribbing me.

Grand Theft Arseholes.

I’ve, so far, resisted the urge to make the obvious boiler jokes, as they’re pretty much writing themselves. Crack on lads

It being mine and Mrs.F’s 22nd anniversary today, I went to Block and Bottle yesterday to splurge on steaks that come with a family tree of the cow, what it’s last meal was, and a playlist of it’s favourite music. Got a couple of fillets for the Fistlets as they’re fussy little shites regarding meat fat, and some rib-eyes, still on the rib, for Mrs.F. and I. Fuck me, they were unbelievably good- I didn’t fuck on with any sauces, other than pan juices reduced with white wine, as I wanted to taste the dead beast in all its glory. Served up with steamed Pink Fir Apple spuds, char-grilled courgettes and broccoli, and some mixed shrooms with herb butter. I know everyone eats rabbit food now, self-included Mon-Fri, but if you want some quality meat at a very reasonable price, go to these folks. Btw, their charcuterie is award winning and it’s fucking well deserved. They’ve recently moved to Heaton Rd, and they also stock some seriously good beers and wines. * cracks another Almasty can, falls over.

Happy Shed Day.

You should’ve actually “entered” a sock. Top prize, and the sack.

Pics or gtfo.

I’m 52… … what were we talking about ?

Read about that yesterday- real life GTA!

I’ll bet when they told his Mrs. she’d had a girl she was thinking “ Please look like me, pleeeease look like me…” Hard lines, Tory fucker

Large head.

Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle.

Be a bit cramped when you go to lay some brown cable, won’t it?

Cant wait for Farage to complain about not using good old British shit. He’ll have finally found nirvana.

Nice bit of guacamole there, though…

Tasting notes- “ Promising start, but lacks depth with a weak body. Bitter finish.”