Post you in another country.

A primper.

She said this while you were boning her?

You need to up your game, fella.

Dougie's very tiny purr...

Ah, yes: property tycoon - that synonym for living in poverty.

Model, isn't he?

Sounds a charmer.

Aye, always leave with grace even if they're cunts: you never know when it would bite you on the arse down the line.

They fucking hate Everton, the horrible cunts.

Get them in the I Zingari where they belong.

All the best with it, pal.

Having murder with work at present. Consulted a friend who is a HR operative at a national and executive level: she was fuming and thinks if I'm so minded could absolutely fuck them at tribunal.

Aw man. No idea how you cope with this job.

Fucking ridiculous, and football has made this rod for its own back: the players at almost every club know they're worth more than the manager and down tools whenever they see their arse.

We saw it at Everton under three consecutive managers.

Losing My Woolfinder

Cobain's was worse: how the fuck do you miss your own face with a shotgun?

Kurt Cobain after his first shot, April 6, 1994.

You're desperate for your Nat King Cole, in other words...

Teddy Kennedy, Chappaquiddick 1969

All about the early EPs (pre God Fodder), combat boots and lasses in stripy tights.

*Fraggle*

They should ban access to Facebook for pensioners, a far bigger danger to society.

Crime figures getting a Boost...1

It's the finals, so a dish a night. 9 o'clock though...fuck off. No chance.

It was named as risk to Humanity in the tv show Person of Interest in 2016.

Doesn't look right, does he?

Will the shoplifter be doing some porridge?

Menu on at 9 pm on a Monday? Heresy! @gwladruns.bsky.social

Who got the season ending injury?

I'm not so sure, but the fact it is entirely credible says it all.

-*deletes*