Monkeys Fist

Tell you what, there's going to be some bitterly disappointed one-time only customers who've gone there having heard you get to stroke the owner's pussy. ( available for weddings and corporate events).

I'll bet they keep the litter trays in the kitchen, too.

Westerhope'll be about 55-60% then, being 4 miles from SJP.

Can you bring swords?

Did you find that when you were looking for sand dancer gifs?

Nerve touched. My work here is done.

Is that since you moved to sunderland

Did you make him a cat shite pasty?

Scat. Dirty bugger.

This could be the thread where Catmag breaks her Cathword rule.

Aye. Canoe polo is brutal.

Making English tapas.

That'll do.

Nerf guns?

Swap the hair for a Panama hat and it's our field-digging chum.

No woman can resist the allure of Doncaster.

" think of nice things- you're in a field, digging shit up, relaaaaxxxx.... "

I like at the end, clearly realises he's fucked, "fuck it, I'll have a snooze". ( 3:20 onwards).

It seems our chubby Boldon cabby friend has a temper.

If it's all about "the thrill of the hunt", couldn't that be achieved using a paintgun/non-lethal arrows, whatever?

Nah, I'd spend to much time explaining how to pronounce Uttoxeter to foriegn clients. Time is money.

We should build a pedestrian channel tunnel, like the one at Howdon. This would take the pressure/danger off the train tunnel. Then, when they're all in the tunnel, seal it at both ends and start a new breed of Morlocks, or something. I haven't really thought out the endgame yet.

I'd set up a crime-fighting agency with a talking/robotic cat and Salma Hayek as sidekicks. Each of our cases would be increasingly ridiculous, but would all be successfully resolved and Salma and I would celebrate appropriately ( the cat would get a biscuit, or something). After 5 years, we'd shift our investigations into the paranormal. Cost- small office/bedsit rental. Location- Doncaster.