Monkeys Fist

That’ll do.

I’ve had the one on the left and in the middle. Whats the Caesar Augustus like?

Howay Adios. Last time he “had sex” his “lass” asked for roofies so she could forget about it. Then he woke up and raped his hand, again.

Waddle on, then, you obese fucking skin bag. Try not to trip over your own gut, wouldn’t want you having an anxiety attack, would we? Not that we need worry- there’s no errand, is there? It’s after midday, you’re not moving anywhere, for anyone,are you? Butt Rag Stick.

Oooh! Black slugs tomorrow

Me and my Dad bumped in to Supermac in the mid 70s on Grey Street, as he was coming away from his Boutique on High Bridge. I was suitably awestruck for a young ‘un, my Dad said, criminally underwhelmed, ” How Mac!” and Supermac responded in kind. Few steps further down and my old man, clearly upset by Mr. MacDonald’s flares and flowery shirt, mutters “ Bloody ponce”.

Is that the Eastern European pox riddled hooker?

To be forthright, you’re talking out of your trequartista.

Tbf to Fish, he’s right, it’s been a steady decline under the Fat Cunt. Wasn’t it The King who claimed we “just couldn’t compete” on the transfer market with fucking Southampton or something? Makes my teeth itch just thinking about the words falling out of his smarmy mouth.

As it happens, he’s doubly wrong, as I came out the sunroof. I guess if you’re reduced to mating with the bushpigs Dicky is you’d find a queef nasty, but I’ve always appreciated their comedy value, tbh.

Finally, he becomes self-aware.

Out and proud.

Dirty bastard.

… is where I burst out laughing

Nah, it was the name you put in your post , Cwarr07. Have you paid the £100 you still owe to the SBR Foundation as a result of losing your bet over Gervinho?

Seriously though, just have a think about if it’s a good idea, you plum.

If it’s your car, it’s already overloaded.

Looking through this thread, this link is still working, and is gold for anyone interested in seeing old shots of the city centre.

Four dogs, mind, Albert. Four!

Aye, Bobby went “persh”.

Owned by foreign business and assembled overseas. Rule Britanni… ah, fuck it.