Monkeys Fist

I’ve got in to the habit of necking a bottle of brake fluid every night. Don’t worry though, I can stop whenever I want.

Me and the laddie were watching Brian Cox earlier, and he asked if I could explain a Solar Eclipse to him. I said… ”No son”.

Fucking hell

What makes it doubly funny is that when the absolute whopper started posting on here, he made out that he was a pro-Ashley Mag Make your fucking mind up, Marra.

It’ll have to be triple the working load of normal lifts to account for the sacks of chips they’ve got on their shoulders.

Proper Harvey Dent face(s) on him.

I worked with a lad who was living with Brian Johnson’s eldest daughter. I also had an after-hours pint with Brian Johnson, but not in the Carville, and none of the above mentioned people ever piped me off. But Brian Johnson is in Goal, so there’s that.

That’s what I said to my stripper ex lass.

I went out with a lass that worked as an “exotic dancer”, so there’s a chance that Howmanheyman saw her chebs at the Carville. She wasn’t in Goal though.

Beyond belief isn’t it ? Long may it continue.

They’re going through the “anger” and “denial” stage just now, give them time, 6 months or so, and they’ll be claiming Rafa as a MLF.

It is, I was thinking of another lass, used to be an athlete- Kathy Tayler.

Alistair fucking Pirrie Who’s this lass with him, sure she was a presenter.

According to this we should give them possession

I really fancy United for a win on Boxing Day.

Beaten to death near his gaff- Club At The End Of The Street.

Eats his own face off while wasted in Russia- Krokodil Rock.

Head smashed in by people in the back seat not wearing seat belts - Passengers. The barrel bottom is getting thin, here

Scared to death by his pet pressing a loud, old-fashioned car horn behind him- Honky Cat.

Power surge to his mains-powered prostate tickler- Electricity.

Blue Eyes, Shirley.