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or Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff.

It's really something other than else. :smoke: You dig it, man?

I'm afraid that's just one of his stories. You must understand that a blancmange impersonator and cannibal has to use some pretty clever stories to allay suspicion.

Here is this morning's story. Are you ready? Then we'll begin. 'One day Ricky the magic Pixie went to visit Daisy Bumble in her tumbledown cottage. He found her in the bedroom. Roughly he gabbed her heavy shoulders pulling her down on to the bed and ripping off her...

Er, look would you mind running along for ten minutes? Make it half an hour.

Wouldn't mind buying her a bottle of Tizer.... if it's available in this area, that is.

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Chateau Latour Forty-five, and a double Jeroboam of champagne. No, wait a minute. I think I can only manage six crates today.

Yeah, I know that, but I wanted to give the impression of a real last supper. You know, not just any old last supper. Not like a last meal or final snack. But you know, I wanted to give the impression of a real mother of a blow-out, you know?

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or Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff.

It's really something other than else. :smoke: You dig it, man?

I'm afraid that's just one of his stories. You must understand that a blancmange impersonator and cannibal has to use some pretty clever stories to allay suspicion.

Here is this morning's story. Are you ready? Then we'll begin. 'One day Ricky the magic Pixie went to visit Daisy Bumble in her tumbledown cottage. He found her in the bedroom. Roughly he gabbed her heavy shoulders pulling her down on to the bed and ripping off her...

Er, look would you mind running along for ten minutes? Make it half an hour.

Wouldn't mind buying her a bottle of Tizer.... if it's available in this area, that is.

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Chateau Latour Forty-five, and a double Jeroboam of champagne. No, wait a minute. I think I can only manage six crates today.

Yeah, I know that, but I wanted to give the impression of a real last supper. You know, not just any old last supper. Not like a last meal or final snack. But you know, I wanted to give the impression of a real mother of a blow-out, you know?

Oh well, you want the Durham Light Infantry then, sir. :bang bang: :hotdog: :pizza: :burger: :bacon:
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or Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff.

It's really something other than else. :smoke: You dig it, man?

I'm afraid that's just one of his stories. You must understand that a blancmange impersonator and cannibal has to use some pretty clever stories to allay suspicion.

Here is this morning's story. Are you ready? Then we'll begin. 'One day Ricky the magic Pixie went to visit Daisy Bumble in her tumbledown cottage. He found her in the bedroom. Roughly he gabbed her heavy shoulders pulling her down on to the bed and ripping off her...

Er, look would you mind running along for ten minutes? Make it half an hour.

Wouldn't mind buying her a bottle of Tizer.... if it's available in this area, that is.

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Chateau Latour Forty-five, and a double Jeroboam of champagne. No, wait a minute. I think I can only manage six crates today.

Yeah, I know that, but I wanted to give the impression of a real last supper. You know, not just any old last supper. Not like a last meal or final snack. But you know, I wanted to give the impression of a real mother of a blow-out, you know?

Oh well, you want the Durham Light Infantry then, sir. :bang bang: :hotdog: :pizza: :burger: :bacon:

Oh yes, I agree that the army should take over, but I think that it should not interfere with the programme of street executions, which I feel have been the shot in the arm that the British economy so desperately needed.

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or Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff.

It's really something other than else. :smoke: You dig it, man?

I'm afraid that's just one of his stories. You must understand that a blancmange impersonator and cannibal has to use some pretty clever stories to allay suspicion.

Here is this morning's story. Are you ready? Then we'll begin. 'One day Ricky the magic Pixie went to visit Daisy Bumble in her tumbledown cottage. He found her in the bedroom. Roughly he gabbed her heavy shoulders pulling her down on to the bed and ripping off her...

Er, look would you mind running along for ten minutes? Make it half an hour.

Wouldn't mind buying her a bottle of Tizer.... if it's available in this area, that is.

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Chateau Latour Forty-five, and a double Jeroboam of champagne. No, wait a minute. I think I can only manage six crates today.

Yeah, I know that, but I wanted to give the impression of a real last supper. You know, not just any old last supper. Not like a last meal or final snack. But you know, I wanted to give the impression of a real mother of a blow-out, you know?

Oh well, you want the Durham Light Infantry then, sir. :bang bang: :hotdog: :pizza: :burger: :bacon:

Oh yes, I agree that the army should take over, but I think that it should not interfere with the programme of street executions, which I feel have been the shot in the arm that the British economy so desperately needed.

We can guarantee you that not a single armored division will get done over for...fifteen bob a week.

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or Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff.

It's really something other than else. :smoke: You dig it, man?

I'm afraid that's just one of his stories. You must understand that a blancmange impersonator and cannibal has to use some pretty clever stories to allay suspicion.

Here is this morning's story. Are you ready? Then we'll begin. 'One day Ricky the magic Pixie went to visit Daisy Bumble in her tumbledown cottage. He found her in the bedroom. Roughly he gabbed her heavy shoulders pulling her down on to the bed and ripping off her...

Er, look would you mind running along for ten minutes? Make it half an hour.

Wouldn't mind buying her a bottle of Tizer.... if it's available in this area, that is.

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Chateau Latour Forty-five, and a double Jeroboam of champagne. No, wait a minute. I think I can only manage six crates today.

Yeah, I know that, but I wanted to give the impression of a real last supper. You know, not just any old last supper. Not like a last meal or final snack. But you know, I wanted to give the impression of a real mother of a blow-out, you know?

Oh well, you want the Durham Light Infantry then, sir. :bang bang: :hotdog: :pizza: :burger: :bacon:

Oh yes, I agree that the army should take over, but I think that it should not interfere with the programme of street executions, which I feel have been the shot in the arm that the British economy so desperately needed.

Ooooh, Mr Bimmler, you do have us on. :laughing guy:
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or Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff.

It's really something other than else. :smoke: You dig it, man?

I'm afraid that's just one of his stories. You must understand that a blancmange impersonator and cannibal has to use some pretty clever stories to allay suspicion.

Here is this morning's story. Are you ready? Then we'll begin. 'One day Ricky the magic Pixie went to visit Daisy Bumble in her tumbledown cottage. He found her in the bedroom. Roughly he gabbed her heavy shoulders pulling her down on to the bed and ripping off her...

Er, look would you mind running along for ten minutes? Make it half an hour.

Wouldn't mind buying her a bottle of Tizer.... if it's available in this area, that is.

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Chateau Latour Forty-five, and a double Jeroboam of champagne. No, wait a minute. I think I can only manage six crates today.

Yeah, I know that, but I wanted to give the impression of a real last supper. You know, not just any old last supper. Not like a last meal or final snack. But you know, I wanted to give the impression of a real mother of a blow-out, you know?

Oh well, you want the Durham Light Infantry then, sir. :bang bang: :hotdog: :pizza: :burger: :bacon:

Oh yes, I agree that the army should take over, but I think that it should not interfere with the programme of street executions, which I feel have been the shot in the arm that the British economy so desperately needed.

We can guarantee you that not a single armored division will get done over for...fifteen bob a week.

Since then, McTeagle has developed and widened his literary scope..."Can I have fifty pounds to mend the shed?" $ :drool: $
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or Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff.

It's really something other than else. :smoke: You dig it, man?

I'm afraid that's just one of his stories. You must understand that a blancmange impersonator and cannibal has to use some pretty clever stories to allay suspicion.

Here is this morning's story. Are you ready? Then we'll begin. 'One day Ricky the magic Pixie went to visit Daisy Bumble in her tumbledown cottage. He found her in the bedroom. Roughly he gabbed her heavy shoulders pulling her down on to the bed and ripping off her...

Er, look would you mind running along for ten minutes? Make it half an hour.

Wouldn't mind buying her a bottle of Tizer.... if it's available in this area, that is.

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Chateau Latour Forty-five, and a double Jeroboam of champagne. No, wait a minute. I think I can only manage six crates today.

Yeah, I know that, but I wanted to give the impression of a real last supper. You know, not just any old last supper. Not like a last meal or final snack. But you know, I wanted to give the impression of a real mother of a blow-out, you know?

Oh well, you want the Durham Light Infantry then, sir. :bang bang: :hotdog: :pizza: :burger: :bacon:

Oh yes, I agree that the army should take over, but I think that it should not interfere with the programme of street executions, which I feel have been the shot in the arm that the British economy so desperately needed.

We can guarantee you that not a single armored division will get done over for...fifteen bob a week.

Since then, McTeagle has developed and widened his literary scope..."Can I have fifty pounds to mend the shed?" $ :drool: $

No, no, look. This shed business. It doesn't really matter at all, the sheds aren't important. It's just a few friends call me Two Sheds and that's all there is to it. I wish you'd ask me about the music. I'm a composer. People always ask me about the sheds, they've got it out of proportion. I'm fed up with the shed, I wish I'd never got it in the first place.

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or Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff.

It's really something other than else. :smoke: You dig it, man?

I'm afraid that's just one of his stories. You must understand that a blancmange impersonator and cannibal has to use some pretty clever stories to allay suspicion.

Here is this morning's story. Are you ready? Then we'll begin. 'One day Ricky the magic Pixie went to visit Daisy Bumble in her tumbledown cottage. He found her in the bedroom. Roughly he gabbed her heavy shoulders pulling her down on to the bed and ripping off her...

Er, look would you mind running along for ten minutes? Make it half an hour.

Wouldn't mind buying her a bottle of Tizer.... if it's available in this area, that is.

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Chateau Latour Forty-five, and a double Jeroboam of champagne. No, wait a minute. I think I can only manage six crates today.

Yeah, I know that, but I wanted to give the impression of a real last supper. You know, not just any old last supper. Not like a last meal or final snack. But you know, I wanted to give the impression of a real mother of a blow-out, you know?

Oh well, you want the Durham Light Infantry then, sir. :bang bang: :hotdog: :pizza: :burger: :bacon:

Oh yes, I agree that the army should take over, but I think that it should not interfere with the programme of street executions, which I feel have been the shot in the arm that the British economy so desperately needed.

We can guarantee you that not a single armored division will get done over for...fifteen bob a week.

Since then, McTeagle has developed and widened his literary scope..."Can I have fifty pounds to mend the shed?" $ :drool: $

No, no, look. This shed business. It doesn't really matter at all, the sheds aren't important. It's just a few friends call me Two Sheds and that's all there is to it. I wish you'd ask me about the music. I'm a composer. People always ask me about the sheds, they've got it out of proportion. I'm fed up with the shed, I wish I'd never got it in the first place.

Oh, well you try and get rid of them.
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or Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff.

It's really something other than else. :smoke: You dig it, man?

I'm afraid that's just one of his stories. You must understand that a blancmange impersonator and cannibal has to use some pretty clever stories to allay suspicion.

Here is this morning's story. Are you ready? Then we'll begin. 'One day Ricky the magic Pixie went to visit Daisy Bumble in her tumbledown cottage. He found her in the bedroom. Roughly he gabbed her heavy shoulders pulling her down on to the bed and ripping off her...

Er, look would you mind running along for ten minutes? Make it half an hour.

Wouldn't mind buying her a bottle of Tizer.... if it's available in this area, that is.

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Chateau Latour Forty-five, and a double Jeroboam of champagne. No, wait a minute. I think I can only manage six crates today.

Yeah, I know that, but I wanted to give the impression of a real last supper. You know, not just any old last supper. Not like a last meal or final snack. But you know, I wanted to give the impression of a real mother of a blow-out, you know?

Oh well, you want the Durham Light Infantry then, sir. :bang bang: :hotdog: :pizza: :burger: :bacon:

Oh yes, I agree that the army should take over, but I think that it should not interfere with the programme of street executions, which I feel have been the shot in the arm that the British economy so desperately needed.

We can guarantee you that not a single armored division will get done over for...fifteen bob a week.

Since then, McTeagle has developed and widened his literary scope..."Can I have fifty pounds to mend the shed?" $ :drool: $

No, no, look. This shed business. It doesn't really matter at all, the sheds aren't important. It's just a few friends call me Two Sheds and that's all there is to it. I wish you'd ask me about the music. I'm a composer. People always ask me about the sheds, they've got it out of proportion. I'm fed up with the shed, I wish I'd never got it in the first place.

Oh, well you try and get rid of them.

Two people have just fallen out of that window to their almost certain death.
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or Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff.

It's really something other than else. :smoke: You dig it, man?

I'm afraid that's just one of his stories. You must understand that a blancmange impersonator and cannibal has to use some pretty clever stories to allay suspicion.

Here is this morning's story. Are you ready? Then we'll begin. 'One day Ricky the magic Pixie went to visit Daisy Bumble in her tumbledown cottage. He found her in the bedroom. Roughly he gabbed her heavy shoulders pulling her down on to the bed and ripping off her...

Er, look would you mind running along for ten minutes? Make it half an hour.

Wouldn't mind buying her a bottle of Tizer.... if it's available in this area, that is.

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Chateau Latour Forty-five, and a double Jeroboam of champagne. No, wait a minute. I think I can only manage six crates today.

Yeah, I know that, but I wanted to give the impression of a real last supper. You know, not just any old last supper. Not like a last meal or final snack. But you know, I wanted to give the impression of a real mother of a blow-out, you know?

Oh well, you want the Durham Light Infantry then, sir. :bang bang: :hotdog: :pizza: :burger: :bacon:

Oh yes, I agree that the army should take over, but I think that it should not interfere with the programme of street executions, which I feel have been the shot in the arm that the British economy so desperately needed.

We can guarantee you that not a single armored division will get done over for...fifteen bob a week.

Since then, McTeagle has developed and widened his literary scope..."Can I have fifty pounds to mend the shed?" $ :drool: $

No, no, look. This shed business. It doesn't really matter at all, the sheds aren't important. It's just a few friends call me Two Sheds and that's all there is to it. I wish you'd ask me about the music. I'm a composer. People always ask me about the sheds, they've got it out of proportion. I'm fed up with the shed, I wish I'd never got it in the first place.

Oh, well you try and get rid of them.

Two people have just fallen out of that window to their almost certain death.

The Canadian Minister for External Affairs fell nearly seven miles during a Liberal Conference in Ottawa about six years ago, and then quite recently the Kenyan Minister for Agriculture and Fish fell nearly twelve miles during a Nairobi debate in Parliament, although this hasn't been ratified yet.
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or Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff.

It's really something other than else. :smoke: You dig it, man?

I'm afraid that's just one of his stories. You must understand that a blancmange impersonator and cannibal has to use some pretty clever stories to allay suspicion.

Here is this morning's story. Are you ready? Then we'll begin. 'One day Ricky the magic Pixie went to visit Daisy Bumble in her tumbledown cottage. He found her in the bedroom. Roughly he gabbed her heavy shoulders pulling her down on to the bed and ripping off her...

Er, look would you mind running along for ten minutes? Make it half an hour.

Wouldn't mind buying her a bottle of Tizer.... if it's available in this area, that is.

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Chateau Latour Forty-five, and a double Jeroboam of champagne. No, wait a minute. I think I can only manage six crates today.

Yeah, I know that, but I wanted to give the impression of a real last supper. You know, not just any old last supper. Not like a last meal or final snack. But you know, I wanted to give the impression of a real mother of a blow-out, you know?

Oh well, you want the Durham Light Infantry then, sir. :bang bang: :hotdog: :pizza: :burger: :bacon:

Oh yes, I agree that the army should take over, but I think that it should not interfere with the programme of street executions, which I feel have been the shot in the arm that the British economy so desperately needed.

We can guarantee you that not a single armored division will get done over for...fifteen bob a week.

Since then, McTeagle has developed and widened his literary scope..."Can I have fifty pounds to mend the shed?" $ :drool: $

No, no, look. This shed business. It doesn't really matter at all, the sheds aren't important. It's just a few friends call me Two Sheds and that's all there is to it. I wish you'd ask me about the music. I'm a composer. People always ask me about the sheds, they've got it out of proportion. I'm fed up with the shed, I wish I'd never got it in the first place.

Oh, well you try and get rid of them.

Two people have just fallen out of that window to their almost certain death.

The Canadian Minister for External Affairs fell nearly seven miles during a Liberal Conference in Ottawa about six years ago, and then quite recently the Kenyan Minister for Agriculture and Fish fell nearly twelve miles during a Nairobi debate in Parliament, although this hasn't been ratified yet.

Well, you can't get much more interesting than that, or can you? With me now is Mr Thomas Walters from West Hartlepool who is totally invisible. Good Evening, Mr Walters.
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or Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff.

It's really something other than else. :smoke: You dig it, man?

I'm afraid that's just one of his stories. You must understand that a blancmange impersonator and cannibal has to use some pretty clever stories to allay suspicion.

Here is this morning's story. Are you ready? Then we'll begin. 'One day Ricky the magic Pixie went to visit Daisy Bumble in her tumbledown cottage. He found her in the bedroom. Roughly he gabbed her heavy shoulders pulling her down on to the bed and ripping off her...

Er, look would you mind running along for ten minutes? Make it half an hour.

Wouldn't mind buying her a bottle of Tizer.... if it's available in this area, that is.

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Chateau Latour Forty-five, and a double Jeroboam of champagne. No, wait a minute. I think I can only manage six crates today.

Yeah, I know that, but I wanted to give the impression of a real last supper. You know, not just any old last supper. Not like a last meal or final snack. But you know, I wanted to give the impression of a real mother of a blow-out, you know?

Oh well, you want the Durham Light Infantry then, sir. :bang bang: :hotdog: :pizza: :burger: :bacon:

Oh yes, I agree that the army should take over, but I think that it should not interfere with the programme of street executions, which I feel have been the shot in the arm that the British economy so desperately needed.

We can guarantee you that not a single armored division will get done over for...fifteen bob a week.

Since then, McTeagle has developed and widened his literary scope..."Can I have fifty pounds to mend the shed?" $ :drool: $

No, no, look. This shed business. It doesn't really matter at all, the sheds aren't important. It's just a few friends call me Two Sheds and that's all there is to it. I wish you'd ask me about the music. I'm a composer. People always ask me about the sheds, they've got it out of proportion. I'm fed up with the shed, I wish I'd never got it in the first place.

Oh, well you try and get rid of them.

Two people have just fallen out of that window to their almost certain death.

The Canadian Minister for External Affairs fell nearly seven miles during a Liberal Conference in Ottawa about six years ago, and then quite recently the Kenyan Minister for Agriculture and Fish fell nearly twelve miles during a Nairobi debate in Parliament, although this hasn't been ratified yet.

Well, you can't get much more interesting than that, or can you? With me now is Mr Thomas Walters from West Hartlepool who is totally invisible. Good Evening, Mr Walters.

He's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible
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or Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff.

It's really something other than else. :smoke: You dig it, man?

I'm afraid that's just one of his stories. You must understand that a blancmange impersonator and cannibal has to use some pretty clever stories to allay suspicion.

Here is this morning's story. Are you ready? Then we'll begin. 'One day Ricky the magic Pixie went to visit Daisy Bumble in her tumbledown cottage. He found her in the bedroom. Roughly he gabbed her heavy shoulders pulling her down on to the bed and ripping off her...

Er, look would you mind running along for ten minutes? Make it half an hour.

Wouldn't mind buying her a bottle of Tizer.... if it's available in this area, that is.

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Chateau Latour Forty-five, and a double Jeroboam of champagne. No, wait a minute. I think I can only manage six crates today.

Yeah, I know that, but I wanted to give the impression of a real last supper. You know, not just any old last supper. Not like a last meal or final snack. But you know, I wanted to give the impression of a real mother of a blow-out, you know?

Oh well, you want the Durham Light Infantry then, sir. :bang bang: :hotdog: :pizza: :burger: :bacon:

Oh yes, I agree that the army should take over, but I think that it should not interfere with the programme of street executions, which I feel have been the shot in the arm that the British economy so desperately needed.

We can guarantee you that not a single armored division will get done over for...fifteen bob a week.

Since then, McTeagle has developed and widened his literary scope..."Can I have fifty pounds to mend the shed?" $ :drool: $

No, no, look. This shed business. It doesn't really matter at all, the sheds aren't important. It's just a few friends call me Two Sheds and that's all there is to it. I wish you'd ask me about the music. I'm a composer. People always ask me about the sheds, they've got it out of proportion. I'm fed up with the shed, I wish I'd never got it in the first place.

Oh, well you try and get rid of them.

Two people have just fallen out of that window to their almost certain death.

The Canadian Minister for External Affairs fell nearly seven miles during a Liberal Conference in Ottawa about six years ago, and then quite recently the Kenyan Minister for Agriculture and Fish fell nearly twelve miles during a Nairobi debate in Parliament, although this hasn't been ratified yet.

Well, you can't get much more interesting than that, or can you? With me now is Mr Thomas Walters from West Hartlepool who is totally invisible. Good Evening, Mr Walters.

He's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible

Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is great, if a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate. :tsk:
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or Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff.

It's really something other than else. :smoke: You dig it, man?

I'm afraid that's just one of his stories. You must understand that a blancmange impersonator and cannibal has to use some pretty clever stories to allay suspicion.

Here is this morning's story. Are you ready? Then we'll begin. 'One day Ricky the magic Pixie went to visit Daisy Bumble in her tumbledown cottage. He found her in the bedroom. Roughly he gabbed her heavy shoulders pulling her down on to the bed and ripping off her...

Er, look would you mind running along for ten minutes? Make it half an hour.

Wouldn't mind buying her a bottle of Tizer.... if it's available in this area, that is.

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Chateau Latour Forty-five, and a double Jeroboam of champagne. No, wait a minute. I think I can only manage six crates today.

Yeah, I know that, but I wanted to give the impression of a real last supper. You know, not just any old last supper. Not like a last meal or final snack. But you know, I wanted to give the impression of a real mother of a blow-out, you know?

Oh well, you want the Durham Light Infantry then, sir. :bang bang: :hotdog: :pizza: :burger: :bacon:

Oh yes, I agree that the army should take over, but I think that it should not interfere with the programme of street executions, which I feel have been the shot in the arm that the British economy so desperately needed.

We can guarantee you that not a single armored division will get done over for...fifteen bob a week.

Since then, McTeagle has developed and widened his literary scope..."Can I have fifty pounds to mend the shed?" $ :drool: $

No, no, look. This shed business. It doesn't really matter at all, the sheds aren't important. It's just a few friends call me Two Sheds and that's all there is to it. I wish you'd ask me about the music. I'm a composer. People always ask me about the sheds, they've got it out of proportion. I'm fed up with the shed, I wish I'd never got it in the first place.

Oh, well you try and get rid of them.

Two people have just fallen out of that window to their almost certain death.

The Canadian Minister for External Affairs fell nearly seven miles during a Liberal Conference in Ottawa about six years ago, and then quite recently the Kenyan Minister for Agriculture and Fish fell nearly twelve miles during a Nairobi debate in Parliament, although this hasn't been ratified yet.

Well, you can't get much more interesting than that, or can you? With me now is Mr Thomas Walters from West Hartlepool who is totally invisible. Good Evening, Mr Walters.

He's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible

Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is great, if a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate. :tsk:

Well, we do it to make sure that you're serious about wanting insurance, I mean, if you're not, you won't spend a couple of months filling up that enormous churn with mmm...so on and so on.

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or Cheddar or Gouda, if you're on the harder stuff.

It's really something other than else. :smoke: You dig it, man?

I'm afraid that's just one of his stories. You must understand that a blancmange impersonator and cannibal has to use some pretty clever stories to allay suspicion.

Here is this morning's story. Are you ready? Then we'll begin. 'One day Ricky the magic Pixie went to visit Daisy Bumble in her tumbledown cottage. He found her in the bedroom. Roughly he gabbed her heavy shoulders pulling her down on to the bed and ripping off her...

Er, look would you mind running along for ten minutes? Make it half an hour.

Wouldn't mind buying her a bottle of Tizer.... if it's available in this area, that is.

Yeah, I'll have six bottles of Chateau Latour Forty-five, and a double Jeroboam of champagne. No, wait a minute. I think I can only manage six crates today.

Yeah, I know that, but I wanted to give the impression of a real last supper. You know, not just any old last supper. Not like a last meal or final snack. But you know, I wanted to give the impression of a real mother of a blow-out, you know?

Oh well, you want the Durham Light Infantry then, sir. :bang bang: :hotdog: :pizza: :burger: :bacon:

Oh yes, I agree that the army should take over, but I think that it should not interfere with the programme of street executions, which I feel have been the shot in the arm that the British economy so desperately needed.

We can guarantee you that not a single armored division will get done over for...fifteen bob a week.

Since then, McTeagle has developed and widened his literary scope..."Can I have fifty pounds to mend the shed?" $ :drool: $

No, no, look. This shed business. It doesn't really matter at all, the sheds aren't important. It's just a few friends call me Two Sheds and that's all there is to it. I wish you'd ask me about the music. I'm a composer. People always ask me about the sheds, they've got it out of proportion. I'm fed up with the shed, I wish I'd never got it in the first place.

Oh, well you try and get rid of them.

Two people have just fallen out of that window to their almost certain death.

The Canadian Minister for External Affairs fell nearly seven miles during a Liberal Conference in Ottawa about six years ago, and then quite recently the Kenyan Minister for Agriculture and Fish fell nearly twelve miles during a Nairobi debate in Parliament, although this hasn't been ratified yet.

Well, you can't get much more interesting than that, or can you? With me now is Mr Thomas Walters from West Hartlepool who is totally invisible. Good Evening, Mr Walters.

He's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible

Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is great, if a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate. :tsk:

Well, we do it to make sure that you're serious about wanting insurance, I mean, if you're not, you won't spend a couple of months filling up that enormous churn with mmm...so on and so on.

Well, we've just heard a typical case history. I myself have over seven hundred similar histories, all fully documented. Would you care to choose one?
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Well ... yes ... um, IbanezJem is a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want

Ah, no, no. My name is spelt "IbanezJem", but it's pronounced Throatwobbler Mangrove.
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Well ... yes ... um, IbanezJem is a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want

Ah, no, no. My name is spelt "IbanezJem", but it's pronounced Throatwobbler Mangrove.

That's going to cause a little confusion. Mind if we call you "Bruce" to keep it clear? :unsure:
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Well ... yes ... um, IbanezJem is a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want

Ah, no, no. My name is spelt "IbanezJem", but it's pronounced Throatwobbler Mangrove.

That's going to cause a little confusion. Mind if we call you "Bruce" to keep it clear? :unsure:

Ssshhh! I think my wife is beginning to suspect something.
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Well ... yes ... um, IbanezJem is a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want

Ah, no, no. My name is spelt "IbanezJem", but it's pronounced Throatwobbler Mangrove.

That's going to cause a little confusion. Mind if we call you "Bruce" to keep it clear? :unsure:

Ssshhh! I think my wife is beginning to suspect something.

Shut up you silly bitch, it was only a bit of Monty Python fun. :wtf:
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Well ... yes ... um, IbanezJem is a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want

Ah, no, no. My name is spelt "IbanezJem", but it's pronounced Throatwobbler Mangrove.

That's going to cause a little confusion. Mind if we call you "Bruce" to keep it clear? :unsure:

Ssshhh! I think my wife is beginning to suspect something.

Shut up you silly bitch, it was only a bit of Monty Python fun. :wtf:

I see. Do you want the full argument, or are you thinking of taking a course?
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Well ... yes ... um, IbanezJem is a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want

Ah, no, no. My name is spelt "IbanezJem", but it's pronounced Throatwobbler Mangrove.

That's going to cause a little confusion. Mind if we call you "Bruce" to keep it clear? :unsure:

Ssshhh! I think my wife is beginning to suspect something.

Shut up you silly bitch, it was only a bit of Monty Python fun. :wtf:

I see. Do you want the full argument, or are you thinking of taking a course?

No, no, the word, 'intercourse' - good and woody...Inter...course... pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty....erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! Loose woman...erogenous zone..
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Well ... yes ... um, IbanezJem is a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want

Ah, no, no. My name is spelt "IbanezJem", but it's pronounced Throatwobbler Mangrove.

That's going to cause a little confusion. Mind if we call you "Bruce" to keep it clear? :unsure:

Ssshhh! I think my wife is beginning to suspect something.

Shut up you silly bitch, it was only a bit of Monty Python fun. :wtf:

I see. Do you want the full argument, or are you thinking of taking a course?

No, no, the word, 'intercourse' - good and woody...Inter...course... pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty....erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! Loose woman...erogenous zone..

Yes, good. Nibbling the earlobe, kneading the buttocks...and so and so forth. We have all these possibilities before we stampede towards the clitoris!
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Well ... yes ... um, IbanezJem is a kind of psychiatrist he's ... he's not a proper psychiatrist. He's not er ... fully qualified ... in, um, quite the sort of way we should want

Ah, no, no. My name is spelt "IbanezJem", but it's pronounced Throatwobbler Mangrove.

That's going to cause a little confusion. Mind if we call you "Bruce" to keep it clear? :unsure:

Ssshhh! I think my wife is beginning to suspect something.

Shut up you silly bitch, it was only a bit of Monty Python fun. :wtf:

I see. Do you want the full argument, or are you thinking of taking a course?

No, no, the word, 'intercourse' - good and woody...Inter...course... pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty....erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! Loose woman...erogenous zone..

Yes, good. Nibbling the earlobe, kneading the buttocks...and so and so forth. We have all these possibilities before we stampede towards the clitoris!

You must spank her well, and after you have spanked her, you may deal with her as you like, and then, spank me
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