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🚔 STG. SALTY AND THE MISFITS: GARDA ON EMPTY — THE GREAT GALWAY GETAWAY! When the law runs out of battery, there's only one number left to call. Unfortunately, it's the Govna. There are days when you wake up, have a nice cup of tea, look out the window and think, today should be fairly straightforward. And then there are days when Stg. Salty and the Misfits get involved. This particular disaster began on a quiet rural road in County Galway, where a Garda patrol car had apparently decided that it had done enough policing for one day. The electric vehicle sat motionless at the side of the road, surrounded by green fields, stone walls and the sort of breathtaking scenery that normally appears on a tourism advertisement. The only problem was that the Garda inside it had somewhere important to be. An incident had been reported a few miles down the road, and he had been dispatched to attend. Unfortunately, his patrol car had other plans. Battery: 0%. Garda: 100% frustrat...

SALTY AND THE MISFITS Baz and McFinleyyy Get Ripped to Bits! The Great Misfits Muscle Mayhem Chapter One: The Gym Gods Have Arrived It was a peaceful morning at Misfits HQ. That peace lasted precisely until Baz and McFinleyyy kicked open the doors wearing matching gym vests. Baz strutted in like he'd just won Mr. Universe. McFinleyyy followed behind him, carrying a gym bag so enormous that Walshyy asked whether he'd packed his entire house. "Make way, peasants!" Baz announced. "You're looking at the future of bodybuilding." Stg. Salty lowered his mug. "You're looking at the future of a double hip replacement if you keep walking like that." Dinkz nearly choked on his breakfast. Big Al examined Baz's arms. "Have you been working out?" "Every day!" "Really? Because I thought you'd been storing two cocktail sausages under your sleeves." Whizzley started laughing so hard that he had to grab the t...

Nice Night for a Walk — Nothing Clean Right, Wash Day Tomorrow Another BigSaltyDog Misfits Adventure There are some evenings when you look out the window and think, What a beautiful night. The sky is clear. The moon is shining. The stars are twinkling. There is a gentle breeze in the air. And then there are evenings when Stg. Salty looks at the same scene and thinks: “Lads, grab your jackets. We’re going for a walk.” Nobody knew where they were going. Nobody knew how far they were walking. And, most importantly, nobody had checked whether anybody had clean clothes. That last detail would become extremely important. The Misfits had gathered outside BigSaltyDog headquarters, ready for an evening hike through the countryside. Salty was wearing his usual outdoor gear, complete with boots and a jacket. Sarah and Susan were looking perfectly prepared, because unlike most of the men present, they had apparently remembered that hiking involved wearing appropriate clothing. McFinley...

When Salty Got Stung at the Pump and Fell in Love with the Garage BigSaltyDog – Petrol Prices, Diesel, Taxes and One Very Unusual Romance There are some things in life you simply cannot prepare yourself for. You can prepare for Irish weather. You can prepare for traffic on the M50. You can even prepare yourself for the emotional trauma of checking your bank account after a night out with the Misfits. But nobody was prepared for what happened when Salty and the gang stopped at the filling station. It was supposed to be a quick stop. Fuel up. Pay. Leave. Simple. Unfortunately, this was the Misfits. Nothing is ever simple. THE LEOPARD 2 NEEDS DIESEL Stg. Salty had arrived at the filling station in his trusty car, while the mighty Leopard 2 tank was parked nearby. The tank wasn't there for decoration. It needed diesel. Lots of it. Ye Olde Large Lad was standing beside the tank holding the fuel hose. "How much does this thing take?" Salty looked at him....

  Salty and the Misfits The Great Irish Immigration Debate BREAKING NEWS: IRELAND'S POPULATION SURGES  AND SALTY HAS HAD ENOUGH DUBLIN  Ireland's population has surged past 5.5 million , with more than 110,000 people arriving in the country in the year to April 2026 , according to the latest official figures. The news landed at Misfit Headquarters at precisely 9:17 on Tuesday morning. And within thirty seconds, Stg. Salty had declared a national emergency. "RIGHT!" The entire building shook. A cup fell off a shelf. Whizzley ran out of the toilet. The Stig appeared from behind a curtain. Big Al woke up for the first time since Monday. Gov and Danny Boy came charging through the front door. "What happened?" shouted Gov. "Are we under attack?" shouted Danny Boy. "No," said Salty. "Then why are you shouting?" "Because I've seen the population figures!" Danny Boy looked confused. "Is that bad?" Sal...