Monkeys Fist

That’s gold. “The dopey coon”- definitely a Breadline Boldon phrase.

Fuck me, Happy Kenny has got bastarding enormous hands! (Piss, shit, cunt, bollocks, just to boost the swearyness )

fuck me.

Absolutely.

Until it fucks up, you don’t realise many ordinary, everyday physical actions rely on your back. Good luck in the Peak District, you driving down? ( OOOOOYAHFUCKINBAZZZTID! Every single bump in the road ).

I bet he’s the life and soul of all the parties he doesn’t get invited to. What a whopper.

Fair point Tom. (Twat )

Who’s their next messiah? Beige cunts.

Is it black and white stripes? I’ll bet it’s black and white stripes.

I bet Hilda used to hoy the house keys in to the bowl whenever she could.

Nice ducks. Did they come free with the fondue set ?

We’ll be the judge of that… … sexypants.

One Night in Paris - a bit thin, plot wise, the main characters are annoying as fuck, (one is a right cunt), but the final shot is a real “in your face” effort.

Nor do I claim non-existent military service, but hey ho!

You would.

I was working with some lads from North Wales the other week, when they announced him. “ Sunderland have just appointed Jack Ross as manager, boyos. Yacky Da!” ” Who?” ” Silly me- they’re a small League One club on the outskirts of Newcastle.”

Minor Lassies Fans Still works

How very dare you!

You might be on to something here, Porkenstein. I got this absolute cunt. Happy Talk my arse.