Monkeys Fist

Your wallet?

Go on son! Right in the button mushroom.

Told you to stop licking rocks.…

Does it ask to feel your muscles?

Let’s not forget, gents, that we could have been discussing the fucking joke of a tournament we’d have had under Hippo Heed.

Excellent! They’ll love my standard opening order of “ Two pints, garçon, and nen of ya shite”.

Don’t be stealing my thunder here, you pescatarian pest. ( but belated birthday thingies ).

I came first in the sack race.

Booked a table at Martin Wisharts place, The Honours. https://www.thehonours.co.uk/ I fear it may sneak some pea foam on my dead beast when I’m distracted by the waves of pretension 😄

Which one though?

At Sports Day where all the fit Mams are in their sports gear.

37 is possibly the most nondescript of all birthdays/ages.

Leave Jezza out of this … Do have to shave your nose yet? Yes, …I do.

You cunning linguist.

At least you can’t tear your hair out with the anxiety that’ll induce, though.

I’m just picturing CT, having read this and impulse bought a pair of magnetic sandals, then digging up an entire field on his next metecting trip.

Cheers mate. Birkenstocks are the tits, btw.

There’s a bloke on eBay selling them, Clarke’s, boxed brand new.

I think you might want to go to the Doc and ask him to finger your anus, old man.

As long as you stop using the godawful phrase “reach out” you can do what you like mate.

Type “ magnetic clasp. Men’s sandals” in to the google machine. Boom! Loads there.