Today we are going to ask everyone who visits Jammy Toast to just “Talk Shit” for the day. We ask that anyone who visits Jammy Toast leaves a comment on just about any subject they choose. Funny or sad, true or false, real or fake; we don’t give a shit as long as it is entertaining and doesn’t really hurt anyone. We ask you to do this because we are too busy to think of anything else to post – hopefully everyone will like the freedom to whine and bitch. The rules are pretty simple to explain – basically, anything goes!
If you visit Jammy Toast on a “Talking Shit” day then you have to leave at least a comment behind – it’s the law! If you are new to Jammy Toast then just say “Hello” or maybe introduce yourself; tell us how you found us and why you visit. Anything goes today.
Remember, though; Stuff is cool – Spam is not!!
If you break the rules and visit us today but don’t leave a comment then please remember bears have a very particular set of skills; skills acquired over a very long career. Skills that make them a nightmare for people like you. If you leave a comment, that will be the end of the matter. We will not look for you, we will not pursue you. But if you don’t, we will look for you, we will find you, and we will bite and scratch you.
You have been warned!

About the Author

The Bearkeeper
A sad and lonely old man who used to have a life but it has now been taken over by his dedication to the cause of saving Renault Bears, running Jammy Toast and searching eBay, car boot sales, charity shops, lofts and even under beds for his beloved bears. He has even now taken in Flat Eric to save him from homelessness – his life is no longer his own!
42 Comments on “Talking Shit #167”
Happy Friday Toasters!
Have a lovely weekend everyone!
Is that the weekend I can smell?
Hey Harold get back here!
Shelia get out of the pond!
You two get over here!
Marvin stop flying away!!
Dave stop quacking!
Julie stop eating bread!
Getting ducks in a row is fucking bullshit!!
Have a great weekend, Razzbox xx
Ah, Liverpool on the telly. Always good for a bit of balanced coverage.
why can’t losing weight be as much fun as it was putting it on?
Something big just slammed into Jupiter.
Soz, it’s the kids. Can we have our ball back?
Norwich need to park the tractor!
Why does it rain every time I decide to take a day off????? EVERY. TIME. Weekend looks to be lovely here on the east coast of America though…..
Scousers are winning this by at least 4. Fuck off.
Me and the Lads are ready for the New Football season. Yep.
Fucking Pigeon FC are Proud to have won the same number of Premier League titles as Liverpool.
Congratulations to Norwich on their new Guinness World Record for the fastest relegation in Premier League history.
Friday night fresh bed is proper under rated. Don’t save it for Sunday’s mates.
Think your a domestic god or goddess? Try ironing a safari suit jacket ? Four outer pockets with flaps . Life at the outer edges of Menswear is extreme .
Just been cuddling the cat and now I can smell some sort of raw cats arse stank on my face!
My little mum has been to work today. She makes the tea and toast for patients at Clatterbridge hospital limb unit every Friday for about 30 years . She probably will kill me for saying but she’s 80 this year .
#WellDoneBeryl
I hate awkward silence, so I tend to fill the void by sharing personal stuff about my life that nobody should know,which makes them go even more silent out of shock, which makes me dig deeper and go way too far until I end up on amazon trying to search them memory zappers of MIB.
Barbara and I had breakfast together again. I look forward to breakfast, but sometimes Barbara doesn’t bother with it. Breakfast is important, isn’t it? Or am I the only one who thinks so?
Good morning…

“Teddy bears sitting in a toyshop. How different each is from the next. Some look happy, some look sad. Some look stand-offish, some look lovable. And one in particular, has a special endearing expression. Yes, that is the one we would like, please.”
Today I’m going to try and relax a bit. I am going to write my column for Prog Rock magazine, go shopping with the missus, do some more work on the Christmas Portraits album and watch the football results unfold on the telly and then finish the day off with a long hot bath.
My 7yo has had me awake since 7:45am bc he’s worried about Allison Becker!
It’s my last episode today on BBC Casualty I had the most amazing time being on this show and met the most incredible people!! One of the best shows to work on! Thanks to everyone! Hope you enjoy the feature length show tonight! It’s a good one.
Omg I’m scared to fart. The pizza was a good idea at the time!
not only are these seagulls taking our dogs, they’re taking the piss at zebra crossings now. just had to sit there in a queue of traffic while one took its fucking time shuffling across the road.
Happy Caturday.
On a serious note tho, why would u struggle day in day out in the gym drinkin kale smoothies for ye breaky wen ye can lash a full bottle of st moriz on and lose a stone in 10 mins?
Mum has the squirts… not sure what that means? Do I need to take cover?
The Assisted Suicide Squad are breakfasting in Winchester, if any rival firms fancy a dust up over a pork sausage? We are in a 1960s style bus depot cafe . I’m expecting Blakey to walk in any min ? However the breakfast is marvellous.
The cat isn’t impressed with her new garden. There’s a dog next door and she’s absolutely livid!
HAHAHAHHAH Janice is fewming. She’s going to end up fucking you off and moving in with the neighbour like mine did.
Is it paying the mortgage, No. cheeky little c*nt. She needs to get a fucking job!
This dance moms is DISGUSTANG that fat Abby screaming at people’s kids and their mas just stand there is enough, but one of the kids just broke down Cos her timing was off she’s about 8 – it’s a disgrays.
When ya fat gob can’t wait for the pizza to cool down and you burn the roof of your mouth.
Tory men are responsible for mass vaginal dryness.
Staying in bed and watchin arld 80s horror films all day because life can fuck off
Just finished silver bullet
What next?
I’m on Sunday Brunch tomorrow. I’ve gotten in trouble for saying arse or shite nearly every time I’ve been on, so I promise tomorrow there’s not a fuckin’ snowballs chance in hell that I’ll curse.
I think it’s time for an afternoon snack. Twelve jars left, which one shall I have?
These yellow safety vests are all well and good, but they won’t help you in a custard factory.
Pete Busby, Western Australia.
That ref was more Homer than Barts dad and our cunning plan of using our Norwood replacement on the wing , is paying dividends. Not the ideal weather for a safari jacket either .
#trfc
just had a look at my ma’s twitter and she’s giving tories shit while she’s on holiday in skiathos
