Monkeys Fist

Southend " You have been found guilty Mr. Custard, and I sentence you to play for Southend. Take him down. "

Let's.

Tallywhacker is what CT calls his button mushroom. Tailwater is what falls out of your arse the morning after too many of Parky's Waitrose Czech lagers.

If anybody can be arsed, this should go in the Gold section.

6-0 to us. We'll absolutely howk these fucking bampy non-entities.

I drove the family to Normandy last year, crossed to Dunkirk instead of Calais ( you might want to look at sailing from Portsmouth instead? Slightly longer drive through U.K. but it puts you right in Normandy). We stayed in an AirB&B just outside of Caen, which was great for our needs. Read up on The Normandy Landings, William the Conqueror and Asterix and Obelix before you go, as most of the tourist spots are focused on one/all of them. If you are driving from Calais/Dunkirk, you might want to plan a stopover in the Somme area if you're interested, since it's on the way and breaks up the drive.

Ffs! Useless cunts.

I think we should back off, defend the lead.

2-0! Fucking get in!

I detect Russian intervention in this poll.

Delusional tbh.

Sure I've mentioned this before, but there's a kid in my daughter's year at school called Aragorn. Ffs.

Home, mildly lashed, donkey cart avoided. Result

Did not know Gemmill was in Love Actually.

I was watching it and thinking , this is how survival of the fittest played out in Medieval times- the ones who were co-ordinated enough to do a Gay Gordon ( )! or Cambridge Reel would get the fit wenches, the others ended up driving passenger carts beteeen Cleadon Mill and Boldon Market.

No one's ever tied* me to a donkey cart , though. 1-1. *unwillingly.

It's full of seriously earnest people. Mrs. Fist's family are church types, she's lapsed but still drags me along to all these fucking horrific evenings of forced jollity. I must admit, I quite revel in my,now well known, status as the "bloody atheist". I smile, exchange pleasantries, and silently mock them for their medieval minds, but we all pretend that they don't mind me. Fucking smashing

At a ceilidh, in a church hall, full of Sky Fairy believers. Naturally, I'm now off my tits

Your arms will be knacking by the end the night.

Needs a rainbow coming out of Rafa's arse - Nyan Gaffer style.

Greed,mainly.