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There's no need to be ashamed. We've all owned up. This is for your own good. :smash:

Noises are a major embarrassment source. Even words like tits, winkle and vibraphone, cannot rival the embarrassment potential of sounds.

I knew I'd disturb you ... I knew I'd disturb you ... :( It always happens ... whenever I've found someone I really think I'm going to be able to get on with

 

Get out! Get out! You LABOURER!

I cut down trees, I eat my lunch, I go to the lavatree. :moon:

Ah. A toilet requisite-t-t-t-t-t... :D

Uh, y--y--y--y--you'll have to s--speak--s--s--sp--speak--spe--p--p--peak--speak up a bit, sir. :codger:

Um, could you try saying that in a higher register?

Yes. I will. I will! This is it. This is your moment Arthur Pewty. :blah: This is it Arthur Pewty!

Good man. Now remember your announcer's training: deep breaths, and try not to think about what you're saying...

Are you saying "Ni" to that old woman?

:no: I say, what a simply super day. I say, anyone for tennis?

ye ken full well that Scots folk dinna know how to play the tennis to save their lives.

And I'd like to conclude by putting my finger up my nose. :codger:

And now for something completely different - a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose

You might just as well show them the last five miles of the M2. :eyeroll:

it's progress here on Britain's first eighteen-level motorway interchange being built by characters from Milton's 'Paradise Lost'...
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There's no need to be ashamed. We've all owned up. This is for your own good. :smash:

Noises are a major embarrassment source. Even words like tits, winkle and vibraphone, cannot rival the embarrassment potential of sounds.

I knew I'd disturb you ... I knew I'd disturb you ... :( It always happens ... whenever I've found someone I really think I'm going to be able to get on with

 

Get out! Get out! You LABOURER!

I cut down trees, I eat my lunch, I go to the lavatree. :moon:

Ah. A toilet requisite-t-t-t-t-t... :D

Uh, y--y--y--y--you'll have to s--speak--s--s--sp--speak--spe--p--p--peak--speak up a bit, sir. :codger:

Um, could you try saying that in a higher register?

Yes. I will. I will! This is it. This is your moment Arthur Pewty. :blah: This is it Arthur Pewty!

Good man. Now remember your announcer's training: deep breaths, and try not to think about what you're saying...

Are you saying "Ni" to that old woman?

:no: I say, what a simply super day. I say, anyone for tennis?

ye ken full well that Scots folk dinna know how to play the tennis to save their lives.

And I'd like to conclude by putting my finger up my nose. :codger:

And now for something completely different - a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose

You might just as well show them the last five miles of the M2. :eyeroll:

it's progress here on Britain's first eighteen-level motorway interchange being built by characters from Milton's 'Paradise Lost'...

Oh, it'll make a change from plumbing. :hug2:
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There's no need to be ashamed. We've all owned up. This is for your own good. :smash:

Noises are a major embarrassment source. Even words like tits, winkle and vibraphone, cannot rival the embarrassment potential of sounds.

I knew I'd disturb you ... I knew I'd disturb you ... :( It always happens ... whenever I've found someone I really think I'm going to be able to get on with

 

Get out! Get out! You LABOURER!

I cut down trees, I eat my lunch, I go to the lavatree. :moon:

Ah. A toilet requisite-t-t-t-t-t... :D

Uh, y--y--y--y--you'll have to s--speak--s--s--sp--speak--spe--p--p--peak--speak up a bit, sir. :codger:

Um, could you try saying that in a higher register?

Yes. I will. I will! This is it. This is your moment Arthur Pewty. :blah: This is it Arthur Pewty!

Good man. Now remember your announcer's training: deep breaths, and try not to think about what you're saying...

Are you saying "Ni" to that old woman?

:no: I say, what a simply super day. I say, anyone for tennis?

ye ken full well that Scots folk dinna know how to play the tennis to save their lives.

And I'd like to conclude by putting my finger up my nose. :codger:

And now for something completely different - a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose

You might just as well show them the last five miles of the M2. :eyeroll:

it's progress here on Britain's first eighteen-level motorway interchange being built by characters from Milton's 'Paradise Lost'...

Oh, it'll make a change from plumbing. :hug2:

I wouldn't wish it on my son. He's a sensitive boy, already. I'd rather he was a sewage attendant or a ratcatcher.
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There's no need to be ashamed. We've all owned up. This is for your own good. :smash:

Noises are a major embarrassment source. Even words like tits, winkle and vibraphone, cannot rival the embarrassment potential of sounds.

I knew I'd disturb you ... I knew I'd disturb you ... :( It always happens ... whenever I've found someone I really think I'm going to be able to get on with

 

Get out! Get out! You LABOURER!

I cut down trees, I eat my lunch, I go to the lavatree. :moon:

Ah. A toilet requisite-t-t-t-t-t... :D

Uh, y--y--y--y--you'll have to s--speak--s--s--sp--speak--spe--p--p--peak--speak up a bit, sir. :codger:

Um, could you try saying that in a higher register?

Yes. I will. I will! This is it. This is your moment Arthur Pewty. :blah: This is it Arthur Pewty!

Good man. Now remember your announcer's training: deep breaths, and try not to think about what you're saying...

Are you saying "Ni" to that old woman?

:no: I say, what a simply super day. I say, anyone for tennis?

ye ken full well that Scots folk dinna know how to play the tennis to save their lives.

And I'd like to conclude by putting my finger up my nose. :codger:

And now for something completely different - a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose

You might just as well show them the last five miles of the M2. :eyeroll:

it's progress here on Britain's first eighteen-level motorway interchange being built by characters from Milton's 'Paradise Lost'...

Oh, it'll make a change from plumbing. :hug2:

I wouldn't wish it on my son. He's a sensitive boy, already. I'd rather he was a sewage attendant or a ratcatcher.

That's a full working day, lad, and don't you forget it! :bitchslap:
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There's no need to be ashamed. We've all owned up. This is for your own good. :smash:

Noises are a major embarrassment source. Even words like tits, winkle and vibraphone, cannot rival the embarrassment potential of sounds.

I knew I'd disturb you ... I knew I'd disturb you ... :( It always happens ... whenever I've found someone I really think I'm going to be able to get on with

 

Get out! Get out! You LABOURER!

I cut down trees, I eat my lunch, I go to the lavatree. :moon:

Ah. A toilet requisite-t-t-t-t-t... :D

Uh, y--y--y--y--you'll have to s--speak--s--s--sp--speak--spe--p--p--peak--speak up a bit, sir. :codger:

Um, could you try saying that in a higher register?

Yes. I will. I will! This is it. This is your moment Arthur Pewty. :blah: This is it Arthur Pewty!

Good man. Now remember your announcer's training: deep breaths, and try not to think about what you're saying...

Are you saying "Ni" to that old woman?

:no: I say, what a simply super day. I say, anyone for tennis?

ye ken full well that Scots folk dinna know how to play the tennis to save their lives.

And I'd like to conclude by putting my finger up my nose. :codger:

And now for something completely different - a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose

You might just as well show them the last five miles of the M2. :eyeroll:

it's progress here on Britain's first eighteen-level motorway interchange being built by characters from Milton's 'Paradise Lost'...

Oh, it'll make a change from plumbing. :hug2:

I wouldn't wish it on my son. He's a sensitive boy, already. I'd rather he was a sewage attendant or a ratcatcher.

That's a full working day, lad, and don't you forget it! :bitchslap:

Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
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I've got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments. :fury:

Selling, selling. Very good. Very good.

You've not been properly trained. I demand another assistant. :rage:

He doesn't give me any confidence at all - he's obviously a dummy

Haven't I seen him on the television? Television Doctor? :smash:
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I've got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments. :fury:

Selling, selling. Very good. Very good.

You've not been properly trained. I demand another assistant. :rage:

He doesn't give me any confidence at all - he's obviously a dummy

Haven't I seen him on the television? Television Doctor? :smash:

Blackhawkrush stars in 'Dad's Doctor'...the daffy exploits of the RAMC training school. He's in charge of a group of mad medicos, and when they run wild it's titty jokes galore.
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I've got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments. :fury:

Selling, selling. Very good. Very good.

You've not been properly trained. I demand another assistant. :rage:

He doesn't give me any confidence at all - he's obviously a dummy

Haven't I seen him on the television? Television Doctor? :smash:

Blackhawkrush stars in 'Dad's Doctor'...the daffy exploits of the RAMC training school. He's in charge of a group of mad medicos, and when they run wild it's titty jokes galore.

Yes, I'd do it, if it was valid. Or if the money was valid. And if it were a very small part. :blush:
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I've got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments. :fury:

Selling, selling. Very good. Very good.

You've not been properly trained. I demand another assistant. :rage:

He doesn't give me any confidence at all - he's obviously a dummy

Haven't I seen him on the television? Television Doctor? :smash:

Blackhawkrush stars in 'Dad's Doctor'...the daffy exploits of the RAMC training school. He's in charge of a group of mad medicos, and when they run wild it's titty jokes galore.

Yes, I'd do it, if it was valid. Or if the money was valid. And if it were a very small part. :blush:

Oh, it'll make a change from plumbing. Dad! blackhawkrush's got a television part.
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I've got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments. :fury:

Selling, selling. Very good. Very good.

You've not been properly trained. I demand another assistant. :rage:

He doesn't give me any confidence at all - he's obviously a dummy

Haven't I seen him on the television? Television Doctor? :smash:

Blackhawkrush stars in 'Dad's Doctor'...the daffy exploits of the RAMC training school. He's in charge of a group of mad medicos, and when they run wild it's titty jokes galore.

Yes, I'd do it, if it was valid. Or if the money was valid. And if it were a very small part. :blush:

Oh, it'll make a change from plumbing. Dad! blackhawkrush's got a television part.

Hello sailors. Listen, guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :coy:
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I've got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments. :fury:

Selling, selling. Very good. Very good.

You've not been properly trained. I demand another assistant. :rage:

He doesn't give me any confidence at all - he's obviously a dummy

Haven't I seen him on the television? Television Doctor? :smash:

Blackhawkrush stars in 'Dad's Doctor'...the daffy exploits of the RAMC training school. He's in charge of a group of mad medicos, and when they run wild it's titty jokes galore.

Yes, I'd do it, if it was valid. Or if the money was valid. And if it were a very small part. :blush:

Oh, it'll make a change from plumbing. Dad! blackhawkrush's got a television part.

Hello sailors. Listen, guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :coy:

Top-hole. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how's your father. Hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper's and caught his can in the Bertie.
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I've got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments. :fury:

Selling, selling. Very good. Very good.

You've not been properly trained. I demand another assistant. :rage:

He doesn't give me any confidence at all - he's obviously a dummy

Haven't I seen him on the television? Television Doctor? :smash:

Blackhawkrush stars in 'Dad's Doctor'...the daffy exploits of the RAMC training school. He's in charge of a group of mad medicos, and when they run wild it's titty jokes galore.

Yes, I'd do it, if it was valid. Or if the money was valid. And if it were a very small part. :blush:

Oh, it'll make a change from plumbing. Dad! blackhawkrush's got a television part.

Hello sailors. Listen, guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :coy:

Top-hole. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how's your father. Hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper's and caught his can in the Bertie.

Ha, ha, what a laugh he is, that Scottish person. :macallan: Good old Norman.
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I've got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments. :fury:

Selling, selling. Very good. Very good.

You've not been properly trained. I demand another assistant. :rage:

He doesn't give me any confidence at all - he's obviously a dummy

Haven't I seen him on the television? Television Doctor? :smash:

Blackhawkrush stars in 'Dad's Doctor'...the daffy exploits of the RAMC training school. He's in charge of a group of mad medicos, and when they run wild it's titty jokes galore.

Yes, I'd do it, if it was valid. Or if the money was valid. And if it were a very small part. :blush:

Oh, it'll make a change from plumbing. Dad! blackhawkrush's got a television part.

Hello sailors. Listen, guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :coy:

Top-hole. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how's your father. Hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper's and caught his can in the Bertie.

Ha, ha, what a laugh he is, that Scottish person. :macallan: Good old Norman.

Well you see Scottishness starts with little things like that, and works up. You see, people don't just turn into a Scotsman for no reason at all...
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I've got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments. :fury:

Selling, selling. Very good. Very good.

You've not been properly trained. I demand another assistant. :rage:

He doesn't give me any confidence at all - he's obviously a dummy

Haven't I seen him on the television? Television Doctor? :smash:

Blackhawkrush stars in 'Dad's Doctor'...the daffy exploits of the RAMC training school. He's in charge of a group of mad medicos, and when they run wild it's titty jokes galore.

Yes, I'd do it, if it was valid. Or if the money was valid. And if it were a very small part. :blush:

Oh, it'll make a change from plumbing. Dad! blackhawkrush's got a television part.

Hello sailors. Listen, guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :coy:

Top-hole. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how's your father. Hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper's and caught his can in the Bertie.

Ha, ha, what a laugh he is, that Scottish person. :macallan: Good old Norman.

Well you see Scottishness starts with little things like that, and works up. You see, people don't just turn into a Scotsman for no reason at all...

...but it does make the cashier's job very difficult...$ :drool:$
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I've got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments. :fury:

Selling, selling. Very good. Very good.

You've not been properly trained. I demand another assistant. :rage:

He doesn't give me any confidence at all - he's obviously a dummy

Haven't I seen him on the television? Television Doctor? :smash:

Blackhawkrush stars in 'Dad's Doctor'...the daffy exploits of the RAMC training school. He's in charge of a group of mad medicos, and when they run wild it's titty jokes galore.

Yes, I'd do it, if it was valid. Or if the money was valid. And if it were a very small part. :blush:

Oh, it'll make a change from plumbing. Dad! blackhawkrush's got a television part.

Hello sailors. Listen, guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :coy:

Top-hole. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how's your father. Hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper's and caught his can in the Bertie.

Ha, ha, what a laugh he is, that Scottish person. :macallan: Good old Norman.

Well you see Scottishness starts with little things like that, and works up. You see, people don't just turn into a Scotsman for no reason at all...

...but it does make the cashier's job very difficult...$ :drool:$

It's perfectly simple. If you're not getting your hair cut, you don't have to move your brother's clothes down to the lower peg. You simply collect his note before lunch, after you've done your scripture prep, when you've written your letter home, before rest, move your own clothes onto the lower peg, greet the visitors, and report to Mr. Viney that you've had your chit signed.
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I've got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments. :fury:

Selling, selling. Very good. Very good.

You've not been properly trained. I demand another assistant. :rage:

He doesn't give me any confidence at all - he's obviously a dummy

Haven't I seen him on the television? Television Doctor? :smash:

Blackhawkrush stars in 'Dad's Doctor'...the daffy exploits of the RAMC training school. He's in charge of a group of mad medicos, and when they run wild it's titty jokes galore.

Yes, I'd do it, if it was valid. Or if the money was valid. And if it were a very small part. :blush:

Oh, it'll make a change from plumbing. Dad! blackhawkrush's got a television part.

Hello sailors. Listen, guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :coy:

Top-hole. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how's your father. Hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper's and caught his can in the Bertie.

Ha, ha, what a laugh he is, that Scottish person. :macallan: Good old Norman.

Well you see Scottishness starts with little things like that, and works up. You see, people don't just turn into a Scotsman for no reason at all...

...but it does make the cashier's job very difficult...$ :drool:$

It's perfectly simple. If you're not getting your hair cut, you don't have to move your brother's clothes down to the lower peg. You simply collect his note before lunch, after you've done your scripture prep, when you've written your letter home, before rest, move your own clothes onto the lower peg, greet the visitors, and report to Mr. Viney that you've had your chit signed.

I see...yes...yes...now...um...what...what...ah...what is it? Is it a power station? :unsure:
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I've got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments. :fury:

Selling, selling. Very good. Very good.

You've not been properly trained. I demand another assistant. :rage:

He doesn't give me any confidence at all - he's obviously a dummy

Haven't I seen him on the television? Television Doctor? :smash:

Blackhawkrush stars in 'Dad's Doctor'...the daffy exploits of the RAMC training school. He's in charge of a group of mad medicos, and when they run wild it's titty jokes galore.

Yes, I'd do it, if it was valid. Or if the money was valid. And if it were a very small part. :blush:

Oh, it'll make a change from plumbing. Dad! blackhawkrush's got a television part.

Hello sailors. Listen, guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :coy:

Top-hole. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how's your father. Hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper's and caught his can in the Bertie.

Ha, ha, what a laugh he is, that Scottish person. :macallan: Good old Norman.

Well you see Scottishness starts with little things like that, and works up. You see, people don't just turn into a Scotsman for no reason at all...

...but it does make the cashier's job very difficult...$ :drool:$

It's perfectly simple. If you're not getting your hair cut, you don't have to move your brother's clothes down to the lower peg. You simply collect his note before lunch, after you've done your scripture prep, when you've written your letter home, before rest, move your own clothes onto the lower peg, greet the visitors, and report to Mr. Viney that you've had your chit signed.

I see...yes...yes...now...um...what...what...ah...what is it? Is it a power station? :unsure:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.
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I've got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments. :fury:

Selling, selling. Very good. Very good.

You've not been properly trained. I demand another assistant. :rage:

He doesn't give me any confidence at all - he's obviously a dummy

Haven't I seen him on the television? Television Doctor? :smash:

Blackhawkrush stars in 'Dad's Doctor'...the daffy exploits of the RAMC training school. He's in charge of a group of mad medicos, and when they run wild it's titty jokes galore.

Yes, I'd do it, if it was valid. Or if the money was valid. And if it were a very small part. :blush:

Oh, it'll make a change from plumbing. Dad! blackhawkrush's got a television part.

Hello sailors. Listen, guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :coy:

Top-hole. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how's your father. Hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper's and caught his can in the Bertie.

Ha, ha, what a laugh he is, that Scottish person. :macallan: Good old Norman.

Well you see Scottishness starts with little things like that, and works up. You see, people don't just turn into a Scotsman for no reason at all...

...but it does make the cashier's job very difficult...$ :drool:$

It's perfectly simple. If you're not getting your hair cut, you don't have to move your brother's clothes down to the lower peg. You simply collect his note before lunch, after you've done your scripture prep, when you've written your letter home, before rest, move your own clothes onto the lower peg, greet the visitors, and report to Mr. Viney that you've had your chit signed.

I see...yes...yes...now...um...what...what...ah...what is it? Is it a power station? :unsure:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.

I've got a fork a little bit dirty. :moon: Could you give me another one?
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I've got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments. :fury:

Selling, selling. Very good. Very good.

You've not been properly trained. I demand another assistant. :rage:

He doesn't give me any confidence at all - he's obviously a dummy

Haven't I seen him on the television? Television Doctor? :smash:

Blackhawkrush stars in 'Dad's Doctor'...the daffy exploits of the RAMC training school. He's in charge of a group of mad medicos, and when they run wild it's titty jokes galore.

Yes, I'd do it, if it was valid. Or if the money was valid. And if it were a very small part. :blush:

Oh, it'll make a change from plumbing. Dad! blackhawkrush's got a television part.

Hello sailors. Listen, guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :coy:

Top-hole. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how's your father. Hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper's and caught his can in the Bertie.

Ha, ha, what a laugh he is, that Scottish person. :macallan: Good old Norman.

Well you see Scottishness starts with little things like that, and works up. You see, people don't just turn into a Scotsman for no reason at all...

...but it does make the cashier's job very difficult...$ :drool:$

It's perfectly simple. If you're not getting your hair cut, you don't have to move your brother's clothes down to the lower peg. You simply collect his note before lunch, after you've done your scripture prep, when you've written your letter home, before rest, move your own clothes onto the lower peg, greet the visitors, and report to Mr. Viney that you've had your chit signed.

I see...yes...yes...now...um...what...what...ah...what is it? Is it a power station? :unsure:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.

I've got a fork a little bit dirty. :moon: Could you give me another one?

Here comes another one

Here it comes again

Here comes another one

When will it ever end?

 

I dunno whatever it is

I've not seen one before

But here comes another one

And here comes a bunch of 'em

Here comes another one

Thank God I'm not having lunch with them

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I've got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments. :fury:

Selling, selling. Very good. Very good.

You've not been properly trained. I demand another assistant. :rage:

He doesn't give me any confidence at all - he's obviously a dummy

Haven't I seen him on the television? Television Doctor? :smash:

Blackhawkrush stars in 'Dad's Doctor'...the daffy exploits of the RAMC training school. He's in charge of a group of mad medicos, and when they run wild it's titty jokes galore.

Yes, I'd do it, if it was valid. Or if the money was valid. And if it were a very small part. :blush:

Oh, it'll make a change from plumbing. Dad! blackhawkrush's got a television part.

Hello sailors. Listen, guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :coy:

Top-hole. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how's your father. Hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper's and caught his can in the Bertie.

Ha, ha, what a laugh he is, that Scottish person. :macallan: Good old Norman.

Well you see Scottishness starts with little things like that, and works up. You see, people don't just turn into a Scotsman for no reason at all...

...but it does make the cashier's job very difficult...$ :drool:$

It's perfectly simple. If you're not getting your hair cut, you don't have to move your brother's clothes down to the lower peg. You simply collect his note before lunch, after you've done your scripture prep, when you've written your letter home, before rest, move your own clothes onto the lower peg, greet the visitors, and report to Mr. Viney that you've had your chit signed.

I see...yes...yes...now...um...what...what...ah...what is it? Is it a power station? :unsure:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.

I've got a fork a little bit dirty. :moon: Could you give me another one?

Here comes another one

Here it comes again

Here comes another one

When will it ever end?

 

I dunno whatever it is

I've not seen one before

But here comes another one

And here comes a bunch of 'em

Here comes another one

Thank God I'm not having lunch with them

Mr. Keats, Mr. Keats, please leave immediately. :bang bang: :outtahere:
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I've got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments. :fury:

Selling, selling. Very good. Very good.

You've not been properly trained. I demand another assistant. :rage:

He doesn't give me any confidence at all - he's obviously a dummy

Haven't I seen him on the television? Television Doctor? :smash:

Blackhawkrush stars in 'Dad's Doctor'...the daffy exploits of the RAMC training school. He's in charge of a group of mad medicos, and when they run wild it's titty jokes galore.

Yes, I'd do it, if it was valid. Or if the money was valid. And if it were a very small part. :blush:

Oh, it'll make a change from plumbing. Dad! blackhawkrush's got a television part.

Hello sailors. Listen, guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola. :coy:

Top-hole. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how's your father. Hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper's and caught his can in the Bertie.

Ha, ha, what a laugh he is, that Scottish person. :macallan: Good old Norman.

Well you see Scottishness starts with little things like that, and works up. You see, people don't just turn into a Scotsman for no reason at all...

...but it does make the cashier's job very difficult...$ :drool:$

It's perfectly simple. If you're not getting your hair cut, you don't have to move your brother's clothes down to the lower peg. You simply collect his note before lunch, after you've done your scripture prep, when you've written your letter home, before rest, move your own clothes onto the lower peg, greet the visitors, and report to Mr. Viney that you've had your chit signed.

I see...yes...yes...now...um...what...what...ah...what is it? Is it a power station? :unsure:

I think you're the silliest person we've ever had on this thread, and so I'm going to ask you to have dinner with me.

I've got a fork a little bit dirty. :moon: Could you give me another one?

Here comes another one

Here it comes again

Here comes another one

When will it ever end?

 

I dunno whatever it is

I've not seen one before

But here comes another one

And here comes a bunch of 'em

Here comes another one

Thank God I'm not having lunch with them

Mr. Keats, Mr. Keats, please leave immediately. :bang bang: :outtahere:

I ... I merely meant, blackhawkrush, that you shine out like a shaft of gold when all around is dark.
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