Monkeys Fist

Has she had his kid then? With any luck, the bunting brigades will be unable to contain their joy at another posh cunt’s personal affairs, and they’ll infect each other out of existence.

I don’t think he’s in any position to be making stipulations to the buyers tbh.

Nah, it was a Small Indian Civet.

Sausage or duck?

That a bread tin, then?

Do you then hoy it in a pan with some dead beast?

You don’t say.

Contestant or Chaser?

Goulash. Big fuck-off pot of it.

My day is complete

(shall we tell him?)

Fight!!

Put rockets first,then. (I was forgetting about the Chinese inventing everything 1000 years ago )

All of them?

Love the E.P. name (I’ve been trying to work out which high-class watering hole the pic is taken in, based on bogs alone, but failing.)

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Crappucino.

Put it in the same bag as some dead journalist’s body parts.

It’s a Small Indian Civet, cat-like beastie. There’s a ridiculously expensive type of coffee made from beans that have been eaten then shat out by one of its cousin’s, the Asian Palm Civet

Whenever Bruce does get he heave-ho, can we see it announced like this, please?

Poor bloke. He’ll be doing his nut in waiting for the Golden Wonder lorry to arrive too.

Was going to say, it wasn’t just Makin getting amongst it, was it?

What’s his name? Wasn’t John Dunne was it?

Steve fucking Who?

Never did mate- full of Yorkshire cunts * My main stomping grounds were Northumberland, Lakes and Snowdonia, bit of ice in Scotland. (* truth is, the above areas were easier to get to without owning a car than most of the Yorkshire crags, particularly the limestone.)