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Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life. Keep it up.

 

 

No, too simple, too clear cut.

 

Damn. All right, I confess I did it. I killed him for his reservation, but you won't take me alive! I'm going to throw myself under the 10.12 from Reading.

Mr. Citizen, aren't you in fact a Train Spotter? :nya nya:

 

Well I wish to make a complaint. I got on the Bolton train and found myself deposited here in Ipswich.

You want to complain. Look at these shoes. I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through. :rage:
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Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life. Keep it up.

 

 

No, too simple, too clear cut.

 

Damn. All right, I confess I did it. I killed him for his reservation, but you won't take me alive! I'm going to throw myself under the 10.12 from Reading.

Mr. Citizen, aren't you in fact a Train Spotter? :nya nya:

 

Well I wish to make a complaint. I got on the Bolton train and found myself deposited here in Ipswich.

You want to complain. Look at these shoes. I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through. :rage:

I wear high heels, suspenders and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear papa.

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Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life. Keep it up.

 

 

No, too simple, too clear cut.

 

Damn. All right, I confess I did it. I killed him for his reservation, but you won't take me alive! I'm going to throw myself under the 10.12 from Reading.

Mr. Citizen, aren't you in fact a Train Spotter? :nya nya:

 

Well I wish to make a complaint. I got on the Bolton train and found myself deposited here in Ipswich.

You want to complain. Look at these shoes. I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through. :rage:

I wear high heels, suspenders and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear papa.

Well that was a bit of fun wasn't it. Ha, ha, ha. And a special good evening to you. Not just an ordinary good evening like you get from all the other posters, but a special good evening from me to you. Well, what have we got next? This is fun isn't it. Look, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything that any of you may be doing at home, but I want you to think of me as an old queen. Friend, ha, ha, ha.
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Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life. Keep it up.

 

 

No, too simple, too clear cut.

 

Damn. All right, I confess I did it. I killed him for his reservation, but you won't take me alive! I'm going to throw myself under the 10.12 from Reading.

Mr. Citizen, aren't you in fact a Train Spotter? :nya nya:

 

Well I wish to make a complaint. I got on the Bolton train and found myself deposited here in Ipswich.

You want to complain. Look at these shoes. I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through. :rage:

I wear high heels, suspenders and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear papa.

Well that was a bit of fun wasn't it. Ha, ha, ha. And a special good evening to you. Not just an ordinary good evening like you get from all the other posters, but a special good evening from me to you. Well, what have we got next? This is fun isn't it. Look, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything that any of you may be doing at home, but I want you to think of me as an old queen. Friend, ha, ha, ha.

My loyal subjects, we are here today on a matter of national import. My late husband and we are increasingly disturbed by recent developments in literary style that have taken place here in Germany ... er England. There seems to be an increasing tendency for ze ent... the ent... the ant... to become the dominant ... was is der dentaches Entwiddungsbund...
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Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life. Keep it up.

 

 

No, too simple, too clear cut.

 

Damn. All right, I confess I did it. I killed him for his reservation, but you won't take me alive! I'm going to throw myself under the 10.12 from Reading.

Mr. Citizen, aren't you in fact a Train Spotter? :nya nya:

 

Well I wish to make a complaint. I got on the Bolton train and found myself deposited here in Ipswich.

You want to complain. Look at these shoes. I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through. :rage:

I wear high heels, suspenders and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear papa.

Well that was a bit of fun wasn't it. Ha, ha, ha. And a special good evening to you. Not just an ordinary good evening like you get from all the other posters, but a special good evening from me to you. Well, what have we got next? This is fun isn't it. Look, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything that any of you may be doing at home, but I want you to think of me as an old queen. Friend, ha, ha, ha.

My loyal subjects, we are here today on a matter of national import. My late husband and we are increasingly disturbed by recent developments in literary style that have taken place here in Germany ... er England. There seems to be an increasing tendency for ze ent... the ent... the ant... to become the dominant ... was is der dentaches Entwiddungsbund...

Wenn ist das Nunstrück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! .. Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!
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Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life. Keep it up.

 

 

 

No, too simple, too clear cut.

 

Damn. All right, I confess I did it. I killed him for his reservation, but you won't take me alive! I'm going to throw myself under the 10.12 from Reading.

Mr. Citizen, aren't you in fact a Train Spotter? :nya nya:

 

Well I wish to make a complaint. I got on the Bolton train and found myself deposited here in Ipswich.

You want to complain. Look at these shoes. I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through. :rage:

I wear high heels, suspenders and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear papa.

Well that was a bit of fun wasn't it. Ha, ha, ha. And a special good evening to you. Not just an ordinary good evening like you get from all the other posters, but a special good evening from me to you. Well, what have we got next? This is fun isn't it. Look, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything that any of you may be doing at home, but I want you to think of me as an old queen. Friend, ha, ha, ha.

My loyal subjects, we are here today on a matter of national import. My late husband and we are increasingly disturbed by recent developments in literary style that have taken place here in Germany ... er England. There seems to be an increasing tendency for ze ent... the ent... the ant... to become the dominant ... was is der dentaches Entwiddungsbund...

Wenn ist das Nunstrück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! .. Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!

No, no, nein. I was not head of Gestapo at all...I make joke. :LOL:
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Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life. Keep it up.

 

 

 

No, too simple, too clear cut.

 

Damn. All right, I confess I did it. I killed him for his reservation, but you won't take me alive! I'm going to throw myself under the 10.12 from Reading.

Mr. Citizen, aren't you in fact a Train Spotter? :nya nya:

 

Well I wish to make a complaint. I got on the Bolton train and found myself deposited here in Ipswich.

You want to complain. Look at these shoes. I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through. :rage:

I wear high heels, suspenders and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear papa.

Well that was a bit of fun wasn't it. Ha, ha, ha. And a special good evening to you. Not just an ordinary good evening like you get from all the other posters, but a special good evening from me to you. Well, what have we got next? This is fun isn't it. Look, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything that any of you may be doing at home, but I want you to think of me as an old queen. Friend, ha, ha, ha.

My loyal subjects, we are here today on a matter of national import. My late husband and we are increasingly disturbed by recent developments in literary style that have taken place here in Germany ... er England. There seems to be an increasing tendency for ze ent... the ent... the ant... to become the dominant ... was is der dentaches Entwiddungsbund...

Wenn ist das Nunstrück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! .. Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!

No, no, nein. I was not head of Gestapo at all...I make joke. :LOL:

Now I'm arrestin' this entire forum on three counts: one, acts of self-conscious behaviour contrary to the 'Not in front of the children' Act, two, always saying 'It's so and so of the Yard' every time the fuzz arrives and, three, and this is the cruncher, offenses against the 'Getting out of sketches without using a proper punchline' Act, four, namely, simply ending every bleedin' sketch by just having a policeman come in and... wait a minute.
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Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life. Keep it up.

 

 

 

No, too simple, too clear cut.

 

Damn. All right, I confess I did it. I killed him for his reservation, but you won't take me alive! I'm going to throw myself under the 10.12 from Reading.

Mr. Citizen, aren't you in fact a Train Spotter? :nya nya:

 

Well I wish to make a complaint. I got on the Bolton train and found myself deposited here in Ipswich.

You want to complain. Look at these shoes. I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through. :rage:

I wear high heels, suspenders and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear papa.

Well that was a bit of fun wasn't it. Ha, ha, ha. And a special good evening to you. Not just an ordinary good evening like you get from all the other posters, but a special good evening from me to you. Well, what have we got next? This is fun isn't it. Look, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything that any of you may be doing at home, but I want you to think of me as an old queen. Friend, ha, ha, ha.

My loyal subjects, we are here today on a matter of national import. My late husband and we are increasingly disturbed by recent developments in literary style that have taken place here in Germany ... er England. There seems to be an increasing tendency for ze ent... the ent... the ant... to become the dominant ... was is der dentaches Entwiddungsbund...

Wenn ist das Nunstrück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! .. Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!

No, no, nein. I was not head of Gestapo at all...I make joke. :LOL:

Now I'm arrestin' this entire forum on three counts: one, acts of self-conscious behaviour contrary to the 'Not in front of the children' Act, two, always saying 'It's so and so of the Yard' every time the fuzz arrives and, three, and this is the cruncher, offenses against the 'Getting out of sketches without using a proper punchline' Act, four, namely, simply ending every bleedin' sketch by just having a policeman come in and... wait a minute.

Policemen make wonderful friends. So if you are over six feet tall and would like a friend, a pen friend, in the police force, here is the address to write to: 'Mrs Ena Frog, 8 Masonic Apron Street, Cowdenbeath'. Remember - policemen make wonderful friends. So write today and take advantage of our free officer. Thank you. And now for the next post.
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Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life. Keep it up.

 

 

 

 

No, too simple, too clear cut.

 

Damn. All right, I confess I did it. I killed him for his reservation, but you won't take me alive! I'm going to throw myself under the 10.12 from Reading.

Mr. Citizen, aren't you in fact a Train Spotter? :nya nya:

 

Well I wish to make a complaint. I got on the Bolton train and found myself deposited here in Ipswich.

You want to complain. Look at these shoes. I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through. :rage:

I wear high heels, suspenders and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear papa.

Well that was a bit of fun wasn't it. Ha, ha, ha. And a special good evening to you. Not just an ordinary good evening like you get from all the other posters, but a special good evening from me to you. Well, what have we got next? This is fun isn't it. Look, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything that any of you may be doing at home, but I want you to think of me as an old queen. Friend, ha, ha, ha.

My loyal subjects, we are here today on a matter of national import. My late husband and we are increasingly disturbed by recent developments in literary style that have taken place here in Germany ... er England. There seems to be an increasing tendency for ze ent... the ent... the ant... to become the dominant ... was is der dentaches Entwiddungsbund...

Wenn ist das Nunstrück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! .. Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!

No, no, nein. I was not head of Gestapo at all...I make joke. :LOL:

Now I'm arrestin' this entire forum on three counts: one, acts of self-conscious behaviour contrary to the 'Not in front of the children' Act, two, always saying 'It's so and so of the Yard' every time the fuzz arrives and, three, and this is the cruncher, offenses against the 'Getting out of sketches without using a proper punchline' Act, four, namely, simply ending every bleedin' sketch by just having a policeman come in and... wait a minute.

Policemen make wonderful friends. So if you are over six feet tall and would like a friend, a pen friend, in the police force, here is the address to write to: 'Mrs Ena Frog, 8 Masonic Apron Street, Cowdenbeath'. Remember - policemen make wonderful friends. So write today and take advantage of our free officer. Thank you. And now for the next post.

I'd like to see more fairy stories about the police. :coy:
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Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life. Keep it up.

 

 

 

 

No, too simple, too clear cut.

 

Damn. All right, I confess I did it. I killed him for his reservation, but you won't take me alive! I'm going to throw myself under the 10.12 from Reading.

Mr. Citizen, aren't you in fact a Train Spotter? :nya nya:

 

Well I wish to make a complaint. I got on the Bolton train and found myself deposited here in Ipswich.

You want to complain. Look at these shoes. I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through. :rage:

I wear high heels, suspenders and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear papa.

Well that was a bit of fun wasn't it. Ha, ha, ha. And a special good evening to you. Not just an ordinary good evening like you get from all the other posters, but a special good evening from me to you. Well, what have we got next? This is fun isn't it. Look, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything that any of you may be doing at home, but I want you to think of me as an old queen. Friend, ha, ha, ha.

My loyal subjects, we are here today on a matter of national import. My late husband and we are increasingly disturbed by recent developments in literary style that have taken place here in Germany ... er England. There seems to be an increasing tendency for ze ent... the ent... the ant... to become the dominant ... was is der dentaches Entwiddungsbund...

Wenn ist das Nunstrück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! .. Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!

No, no, nein. I was not head of Gestapo at all...I make joke. :LOL:

Now I'm arrestin' this entire forum on three counts: one, acts of self-conscious behaviour contrary to the 'Not in front of the children' Act, two, always saying 'It's so and so of the Yard' every time the fuzz arrives and, three, and this is the cruncher, offenses against the 'Getting out of sketches without using a proper punchline' Act, four, namely, simply ending every bleedin' sketch by just having a policeman come in and... wait a minute.

Policemen make wonderful friends. So if you are over six feet tall and would like a friend, a pen friend, in the police force, here is the address to write to: 'Mrs Ena Frog, 8 Masonic Apron Street, Cowdenbeath'. Remember - policemen make wonderful friends. So write today and take advantage of our free officer. Thank you. And now for the next post.

I'd like to see more fairy stories about the police. :coy:

Oh really? Well, don't worry, sir - I used to suffer from short stories.
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Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life. Keep it up.

 

 

 

 

 

No, too simple, too clear cut.

 

Damn. All right, I confess I did it. I killed him for his reservation, but you won't take me alive! I'm going to throw myself under the 10.12 from Reading.

Mr. Citizen, aren't you in fact a Train Spotter? :nya nya:

 

Well I wish to make a complaint. I got on the Bolton train and found myself deposited here in Ipswich.

You want to complain. Look at these shoes. I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through. :rage:

I wear high heels, suspenders and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear papa.

Well that was a bit of fun wasn't it. Ha, ha, ha. And a special good evening to you. Not just an ordinary good evening like you get from all the other posters, but a special good evening from me to you. Well, what have we got next? This is fun isn't it. Look, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything that any of you may be doing at home, but I want you to think of me as an old queen. Friend, ha, ha, ha.

My loyal subjects, we are here today on a matter of national import. My late husband and we are increasingly disturbed by recent developments in literary style that have taken place here in Germany ... er England. There seems to be an increasing tendency for ze ent... the ent... the ant... to become the dominant ... was is der dentaches Entwiddungsbund...

Wenn ist das Nunstrück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! .. Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!

No, no, nein. I was not head of Gestapo at all...I make joke. :LOL:

Now I'm arrestin' this entire forum on three counts: one, acts of self-conscious behaviour contrary to the 'Not in front of the children' Act, two, always saying 'It's so and so of the Yard' every time the fuzz arrives and, three, and this is the cruncher, offenses against the 'Getting out of sketches without using a proper punchline' Act, four, namely, simply ending every bleedin' sketch by just having a policeman come in and... wait a minute.

Policemen make wonderful friends. So if you are over six feet tall and would like a friend, a pen friend, in the police force, here is the address to write to: 'Mrs Ena Frog, 8 Masonic Apron Street, Cowdenbeath'. Remember - policemen make wonderful friends. So write today and take advantage of our free officer. Thank you. And now for the next post.

I'd like to see more fairy stories about the police. :coy:

Oh really? Well, don't worry, sir - I used to suffer from short stories.

:popcorn: There's the man looking out of the window. He sees the murder. The murderer's come into the room to kill him, but he's outwitted him and he's all right. The End.
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Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life. Keep it up.

 

 

 

 

 

No, too simple, too clear cut.

 

Damn. All right, I confess I did it. I killed him for his reservation, but you won't take me alive! I'm going to throw myself under the 10.12 from Reading.

Mr. Citizen, aren't you in fact a Train Spotter? :nya nya:

 

Well I wish to make a complaint. I got on the Bolton train and found myself deposited here in Ipswich.

You want to complain. Look at these shoes. I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through. :rage:

I wear high heels, suspenders and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear papa.

Well that was a bit of fun wasn't it. Ha, ha, ha. And a special good evening to you. Not just an ordinary good evening like you get from all the other posters, but a special good evening from me to you. Well, what have we got next? This is fun isn't it. Look, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything that any of you may be doing at home, but I want you to think of me as an old queen. Friend, ha, ha, ha.

My loyal subjects, we are here today on a matter of national import. My late husband and we are increasingly disturbed by recent developments in literary style that have taken place here in Germany ... er England. There seems to be an increasing tendency for ze ent... the ent... the ant... to become the dominant ... was is der dentaches Entwiddungsbund...

Wenn ist das Nunstrück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! .. Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!

No, no, nein. I was not head of Gestapo at all...I make joke. :LOL:

Now I'm arrestin' this entire forum on three counts: one, acts of self-conscious behaviour contrary to the 'Not in front of the children' Act, two, always saying 'It's so and so of the Yard' every time the fuzz arrives and, three, and this is the cruncher, offenses against the 'Getting out of sketches without using a proper punchline' Act, four, namely, simply ending every bleedin' sketch by just having a policeman come in and... wait a minute.

Policemen make wonderful friends. So if you are over six feet tall and would like a friend, a pen friend, in the police force, here is the address to write to: 'Mrs Ena Frog, 8 Masonic Apron Street, Cowdenbeath'. Remember - policemen make wonderful friends. So write today and take advantage of our free officer. Thank you. And now for the next post.

I'd like to see more fairy stories about the police. :coy:

Oh really? Well, don't worry, sir - I used to suffer from short stories.

:popcorn: There's the man looking out of the window. He sees the murder. The murderer's come into the room to kill him, but he's outwitted him and he's all right. The End.

Number thirty-one. The end.
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Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life. Keep it up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

No, too simple, too clear cut.

 

Damn. All right, I confess I did it. I killed him for his reservation, but you won't take me alive! I'm going to throw myself under the 10.12 from Reading.

Mr. Citizen, aren't you in fact a Train Spotter? :nya nya:

 

Well I wish to make a complaint. I got on the Bolton train and found myself deposited here in Ipswich.

You want to complain. Look at these shoes. I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through. :rage:

I wear high heels, suspenders and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear papa.

Well that was a bit of fun wasn't it. Ha, ha, ha. And a special good evening to you. Not just an ordinary good evening like you get from all the other posters, but a special good evening from me to you. Well, what have we got next? This is fun isn't it. Look, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything that any of you may be doing at home, but I want you to think of me as an old queen. Friend, ha, ha, ha.

My loyal subjects, we are here today on a matter of national import. My late husband and we are increasingly disturbed by recent developments in literary style that have taken place here in Germany ... er England. There seems to be an increasing tendency for ze ent... the ent... the ant... to become the dominant ... was is der dentaches Entwiddungsbund...

Wenn ist das Nunstrück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! .. Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!

No, no, nein. I was not head of Gestapo at all...I make joke. :LOL:

Now I'm arrestin' this entire forum on three counts: one, acts of self-conscious behaviour contrary to the 'Not in front of the children' Act, two, always saying 'It's so and so of the Yard' every time the fuzz arrives and, three, and this is the cruncher, offenses against the 'Getting out of sketches without using a proper punchline' Act, four, namely, simply ending every bleedin' sketch by just having a policeman come in and... wait a minute.

Policemen make wonderful friends. So if you are over six feet tall and would like a friend, a pen friend, in the police force, here is the address to write to: 'Mrs Ena Frog, 8 Masonic Apron Street, Cowdenbeath'. Remember - policemen make wonderful friends. So write today and take advantage of our free officer. Thank you. And now for the next post.

I'd like to see more fairy stories about the police. :coy:

Oh really? Well, don't worry, sir - I used to suffer from short stories.

:popcorn: There's the man looking out of the window. He sees the murder. The murderer's come into the room to kill him, but he's outwitted him and he's all right. The End.

Number thirty-one. The end.

No, you wouldn't want that, would you. How about a sudden ending? :16ton:
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Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life. Keep it up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

No, too simple, too clear cut.

 

Damn. All right, I confess I did it. I killed him for his reservation, but you won't take me alive! I'm going to throw myself under the 10.12 from Reading.

Mr. Citizen, aren't you in fact a Train Spotter? :nya nya:

 

Well I wish to make a complaint. I got on the Bolton train and found myself deposited here in Ipswich.

You want to complain. Look at these shoes. I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through. :rage:

I wear high heels, suspenders and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear papa.

Well that was a bit of fun wasn't it. Ha, ha, ha. And a special good evening to you. Not just an ordinary good evening like you get from all the other posters, but a special good evening from me to you. Well, what have we got next? This is fun isn't it. Look, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything that any of you may be doing at home, but I want you to think of me as an old queen. Friend, ha, ha, ha.

My loyal subjects, we are here today on a matter of national import. My late husband and we are increasingly disturbed by recent developments in literary style that have taken place here in Germany ... er England. There seems to be an increasing tendency for ze ent... the ent... the ant... to become the dominant ... was is der dentaches Entwiddungsbund...

Wenn ist das Nunstrück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! .. Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!

No, no, nein. I was not head of Gestapo at all...I make joke. :LOL:

Now I'm arrestin' this entire forum on three counts: one, acts of self-conscious behaviour contrary to the 'Not in front of the children' Act, two, always saying 'It's so and so of the Yard' every time the fuzz arrives and, three, and this is the cruncher, offenses against the 'Getting out of sketches without using a proper punchline' Act, four, namely, simply ending every bleedin' sketch by just having a policeman come in and... wait a minute.

Policemen make wonderful friends. So if you are over six feet tall and would like a friend, a pen friend, in the police force, here is the address to write to: 'Mrs Ena Frog, 8 Masonic Apron Street, Cowdenbeath'. Remember - policemen make wonderful friends. So write today and take advantage of our free officer. Thank you. And now for the next post.

I'd like to see more fairy stories about the police. :coy:

Oh really? Well, don't worry, sir - I used to suffer from short stories.

:popcorn: There's the man looking out of the window. He sees the murder. The murderer's come into the room to kill him, but he's outwitted him and he's all right. The End.

Number thirty-one. The end.

No, you wouldn't want that, would you. How about a sudden ending? :16ton:

Would you like to have a sixteen-ton weight dropped on top of you, blackhawkrush?
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Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life. Keep it up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No, too simple, too clear cut.

 

Damn. All right, I confess I did it. I killed him for his reservation, but you won't take me alive! I'm going to throw myself under the 10.12 from Reading.

Mr. Citizen, aren't you in fact a Train Spotter? :nya nya:

 

Well I wish to make a complaint. I got on the Bolton train and found myself deposited here in Ipswich.

You want to complain. Look at these shoes. I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through. :rage:

I wear high heels, suspenders and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear papa.

Well that was a bit of fun wasn't it. Ha, ha, ha. And a special good evening to you. Not just an ordinary good evening like you get from all the other posters, but a special good evening from me to you. Well, what have we got next? This is fun isn't it. Look, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything that any of you may be doing at home, but I want you to think of me as an old queen. Friend, ha, ha, ha.

My loyal subjects, we are here today on a matter of national import. My late husband and we are increasingly disturbed by recent developments in literary style that have taken place here in Germany ... er England. There seems to be an increasing tendency for ze ent... the ent... the ant... to become the dominant ... was is der dentaches Entwiddungsbund...

Wenn ist das Nunstrück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! .. Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!

No, no, nein. I was not head of Gestapo at all...I make joke. :LOL:

Now I'm arrestin' this entire forum on three counts: one, acts of self-conscious behaviour contrary to the 'Not in front of the children' Act, two, always saying 'It's so and so of the Yard' every time the fuzz arrives and, three, and this is the cruncher, offenses against the 'Getting out of sketches without using a proper punchline' Act, four, namely, simply ending every bleedin' sketch by just having a policeman come in and... wait a minute.

Policemen make wonderful friends. So if you are over six feet tall and would like a friend, a pen friend, in the police force, here is the address to write to: 'Mrs Ena Frog, 8 Masonic Apron Street, Cowdenbeath'. Remember - policemen make wonderful friends. So write today and take advantage of our free officer. Thank you. And now for the next post.

I'd like to see more fairy stories about the police. :coy:

Oh really? Well, don't worry, sir - I used to suffer from short stories.

:popcorn: There's the man looking out of the window. He sees the murder. The murderer's come into the room to kill him, but he's outwitted him and he's all right. The End.

Number thirty-one. The end.

No, you wouldn't want that, would you. How about a sudden ending? :16ton:

Would you like to have a sixteen-ton weight dropped on top of you, blackhawkrush?

:no: I've just been stabbed by your nurse. :rose:
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Are you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life. Keep it up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No, too simple, too clear cut.

 

Damn. All right, I confess I did it. I killed him for his reservation, but you won't take me alive! I'm going to throw myself under the 10.12 from Reading.

Mr. Citizen, aren't you in fact a Train Spotter? :nya nya:

 

Well I wish to make a complaint. I got on the Bolton train and found myself deposited here in Ipswich.

You want to complain. Look at these shoes. I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through. :rage:

I wear high heels, suspenders and a bra. I wish I'd been a girlie, just like my dear papa.

Well that was a bit of fun wasn't it. Ha, ha, ha. And a special good evening to you. Not just an ordinary good evening like you get from all the other posters, but a special good evening from me to you. Well, what have we got next? This is fun isn't it. Look, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything that any of you may be doing at home, but I want you to think of me as an old queen. Friend, ha, ha, ha.

My loyal subjects, we are here today on a matter of national import. My late husband and we are increasingly disturbed by recent developments in literary style that have taken place here in Germany ... er England. There seems to be an increasing tendency for ze ent... the ent... the ant... to become the dominant ... was is der dentaches Entwiddungsbund...

Wenn ist das Nunstrück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! .. Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!

No, no, nein. I was not head of Gestapo at all...I make joke. :LOL:

Now I'm arrestin' this entire forum on three counts: one, acts of self-conscious behaviour contrary to the 'Not in front of the children' Act, two, always saying 'It's so and so of the Yard' every time the fuzz arrives and, three, and this is the cruncher, offenses against the 'Getting out of sketches without using a proper punchline' Act, four, namely, simply ending every bleedin' sketch by just having a policeman come in and... wait a minute.

Policemen make wonderful friends. So if you are over six feet tall and would like a friend, a pen friend, in the police force, here is the address to write to: 'Mrs Ena Frog, 8 Masonic Apron Street, Cowdenbeath'. Remember - policemen make wonderful friends. So write today and take advantage of our free officer. Thank you. And now for the next post.

I'd like to see more fairy stories about the police. :coy:

Oh really? Well, don't worry, sir - I used to suffer from short stories.

:popcorn: There's the man looking out of the window. He sees the murder. The murderer's come into the room to kill him, but he's outwitted him and he's all right. The End.

Number thirty-one. The end.

No, you wouldn't want that, would you. How about a sudden ending? :16ton:

Would you like to have a sixteen-ton weight dropped on top of you, blackhawkrush?

:no: I've just been stabbed by your nurse. :rose:

Me Doctor. You blackhawkrush. She Nurse.
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Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you mustn't ask how 'cause it's naughty. :finbar: They're all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.
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Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you mustn't ask how 'cause it's naughty. :finbar: They're all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.

121, Halliwell Road, Dulwich, SE21

Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?
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Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you mustn't ask how 'cause it's naughty. :finbar: They're all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.

121, Halliwell Road, Dulwich, SE21

Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?

7.30 Fed cat.

8.00 Breakfast.

8.30 Yes (successfully).

9.00 Set out on historic journey.

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Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you mustn't ask how 'cause it's naughty. :finbar: They're all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.

121, Halliwell Road, Dulwich, SE21

Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?

7.30 Fed cat.

8.00 Breakfast.

8.30 Yes (successfully).

9.00 Set out on historic journey.

Ah, gleetings, capitalist dog; very sorry but must inform you, you are now prisoner of People's Republic.
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Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you mustn't ask how 'cause it's naughty. :finbar: They're all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.

121, Halliwell Road, Dulwich, SE21

Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?

7.30 Fed cat.

8.00 Breakfast.

8.30 Yes (successfully).

9.00 Set out on historic journey.

Ah, gleetings, capitalist dog; very sorry but must inform you, you are now prisoner of People's Republic.

Would you like drinkee? Or game bingo?
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Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you mustn't ask how 'cause it's naughty. :finbar: They're all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.

121, Halliwell Road, Dulwich, SE21

Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?

7.30 Fed cat.

8.00 Breakfast.

8.30 Yes (successfully).

9.00 Set out on historic journey.

Ah, gleetings, capitalist dog; very sorry but must inform you, you are now prisoner of People's Republic.

Would you like drinkee? Or game bingo?

Now, Citizen and blackhawkrush have been found rubbing linseed oil into the TRF cormorant. Some of you may feel that the cormorant does not play an important part in the life of TRF, but I would remind you that it was presented to us by the Corporation of the town of Sudbury to commemorate Empire Day, when we try to remember the names of all those from the Sudbury area who so gallantly gave their lives to keep China British. So, from now on, the cormorant is strictly out of bounds! Edited by IbanezJem
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Well, things turned out all right in the end, but you mustn't ask how 'cause it's naughty. :finbar: They're all married and living quite well in a council estate near Dulwich.

121, Halliwell Road, Dulwich, SE21

Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?

7.30 Fed cat.

8.00 Breakfast.

8.30 Yes (successfully).

9.00 Set out on historic journey.

Ah, gleetings, capitalist dog; very sorry but must inform you, you are now prisoner of People's Republic.

Would you like drinkee? Or game bingo?

Now, Citizen and blackhawkrush have been found rubbing linseed oil into the TRF cormorant. Some of you may feel that the cormorant does not play an important part in the life of TRF, but I would remind you that it was presented to us by the Corporation of the town of Sudbury to commemorate Empire Day, when we try to remember the names of all those from the Sudbury area who so gallantly gave their lives to keep China British. So, from now on, the cormorant is strictly out of bounds!

Why is it that no one remembers the name of Johann Gambolputty...? :boohoo:
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