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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...

The rain slammed against the fogged glass of the seaside diner. Inside, the booth was warm, smelled of burnt coffee, and vibrated with the kinetic energy of a gossip session in full swing. Sarah and Susan were talking, as they always did on Tuesday afternoons, though today the conversation had veered far off its usual track of neighborhood drama and drifted straight into the absurd. "You are telling me you have never heard a salty tale?" Susan asked, leaning across the sticky formica table, her eyes wide with the theatrical excitement of a seasoned storyteller. Sarah shook her head, clutching her thick ceramic mug with both hands to warm her fingers. "I know who Sergeant Salty is, because everyone who grew up around these docks knows the old man, but I always assumed his crew was just an urban legend made up by the local fishermen." "Oh, they are as real as the barnacles on the pier," Susan whispered, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial murm...

THE DAILY SALTY EXCLUSIVE KATONA KIX OFF! KERRY'S WILD NIGHT ENDS IN FRONT-ROW BEDLAM AS LOCAL DEGENS GO ABSOLUTELY ROGUE It was supposed to be a quiet, dignified Q&A with ex-pop star Kerry Katona, but inside The Salty, things descended into complete and utter stage chaos within ninety seconds of the mic being turned on. Kerry wearing an outfit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination and clutching a glass of bubbly launched straight into a graphic, unfiltered monologue about ex-husbands, reality TV paydays, and backstage bedroom secrets.  But the real headline of the night was the front-row peanut gallery of local misfits who turned the performance into a full-scale riot. Positioned smack in the splash zone, Ye Olde Large Lad sweating profusely and holding down two lagers like twin pillars of the community—interrupted a story about Kerry's past touring crew by roaring at the top of his lungs: "Did you take the full load of people to assist you?!...