THE STIFFMEISTER

Yeah , I’m firmly in that world .

Yes I do Concrete

You don’t need it tarmac is installed as a wearing course to be replaced , the best repair is as stated. I mean I do this as a living but hey obviously another topic you know better on than someone.

https://youtu.be/msh3-CjjtoY?feature=shared oh dear , shame on you all pigeon chess

Now you’ve said it …. Here we go

The annoying thing is is that the average pothole takes fuk all to repair . cut a diamond round it with a stihl saw Breaker it straight shovel and broom out pour a bucket of self levelling concrete in next

You’d be George pig you empty track suit

I’d be B A Baracus you’d be Kingston U T

Always have to have a little dig Don’t ya “what’s the point in …” “Big wages , pensions, schooling all that nonsense …” Have a word with yourself it’s not about money . It’s never been about money . You just wouldn’t understand . That’s not a dig , but I very very much doubt that any of your mates from the trawler boats can message you at three in the morning and you’d drive 200 miles to get them, or can deliver 2 decades worth of you’re finest and most idiotic moments , or recite verbatim the name of every single bird you have f****d . relationship councillor , d

Whatever you f***ing buffoon

Or why bother at all it f***ing stinks of pandering to audiences like the Saudis pathetic

When I was starting seeing my Mrs ,, we were both off work at the time and spent that halcyon 6 weeks of me out with tev dogs all afternoon , bit of tea , then out at night with her , went all over but mainly home, just up town me and her . About three weeks into tvis I decided to take her to meet my two best mates . We’ve bee inseparable since we were about 12 as a trio . so I knew they would be in a usual wed night haunt so I took her up there. We called my Mate the horse as he had one method of travel , in a direct line regardless of the obstacles, as we entered the club type venue ,

Be careful bangers will be round there choring everything as he’s a geezer

Some poor c**t is in the passenger seat contemplating whether to throw themselves out

I remember well the first words I said to the first black geezer I had ever spoken to . I was 12 at the time. “les , can I have your autograph mate ? “