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:tsk: In Norway, we have one of the highest per capita income rates in Europe.

Gentlemen, our MP saw the PM this AM and the PM wants more LSD from the PIB by tomorrow AM or PM at the latest. I told the PM's PPS that AM was NBG so tomorrow PM it is for the PM. Give us a fag or I'll go spare. Now, the fiscal deficit with regard to the monetary balance, the current financial year excluding invisible exports, but adjusted of course for seasonal variations and the incremental statistics of the fiscal and revenue arrangements for the forthcoming annual budgetary period terminating in April.

The Rush Forum would like to apologize for the way in which politicians are represented in these posts. It was never our intention to imply that politicians are weak-kneed, political time servers who are concerned more with their personal vendettas and private power struggles than the problems of government, nor to suggest at any point that they sacrifice their credibility by denying free debate on vital matters in the mistaken impression that party unity comes before the well being of the people they supposedly represent nor to imply at any stage that they are squabbling little toadies without an ounce of concern for the vital social problems of today. Nor do we intend that readers should consider them as crabby ulcerous little self-seeking vermin with furry legs and an excessive addiction to alcohol and certain explicit sexual practices which some people might find offensive. We are sorry if this impression has come across.

Listen. The only people we hate more than the Romans are the f***ing Judean People's Front.

I hate 'em! I hate 'em! Aaargh! Aaargh!

So, there you are! I might have known it would end up like this. To think of all the love and affection I've wasted on you. Well, if that's how you treat your poor old mother in the autumn years of her life, all I can say is, go ahead, be crucified, see if I care. I might have known it would end up like this...

and look what you've done to mother! She's worn out with meeting film stars, attending premieres and giving gala luncheons...

I'm the head waiter. This is a vegetarian restaurant only, we serve no animal flesh of any kind. We're not only proud of that, we're smug about it. So if you were to come in here asking me to rip open a small defenseless chicken, so you could chew its skin and eat its intestines, then I'm afraid I'd have to ask you to leave.

How about a little Red Leicester? :no: Never mind, how are you on Tilsit? :crazy: Red Windsor?

I like Chinese food, The waiters never are rude, Think of the many things they've done to impress, There's Maoism, Taoism, I Ching and chess.

I'm Mao Tse Tung... I'm P. P. Arnold... I'm Margaret Thatcher ... I'm Sir Gerald Nabarro ... Hello? Sir Len Hutton here. Could you tell me, please ... oh, am I? Oh, thank you. Good evening. I'm Mrs What-number-are-you-dialing-please?
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:tsk: In Norway, we have one of the highest per capita income rates in Europe.

Gentlemen, our MP saw the PM this AM and the PM wants more LSD from the PIB by tomorrow AM or PM at the latest. I told the PM's PPS that AM was NBG so tomorrow PM it is for the PM. Give us a fag or I'll go spare. Now, the fiscal deficit with regard to the monetary balance, the current financial year excluding invisible exports, but adjusted of course for seasonal variations and the incremental statistics of the fiscal and revenue arrangements for the forthcoming annual budgetary period terminating in April.

The Rush Forum would like to apologize for the way in which politicians are represented in these posts. It was never our intention to imply that politicians are weak-kneed, political time servers who are concerned more with their personal vendettas and private power struggles than the problems of government, nor to suggest at any point that they sacrifice their credibility by denying free debate on vital matters in the mistaken impression that party unity comes before the well being of the people they supposedly represent nor to imply at any stage that they are squabbling little toadies without an ounce of concern for the vital social problems of today. Nor do we intend that readers should consider them as crabby ulcerous little self-seeking vermin with furry legs and an excessive addiction to alcohol and certain explicit sexual practices which some people might find offensive. We are sorry if this impression has come across.

Listen. The only people we hate more than the Romans are the f***ing Judean People's Front.

I hate 'em! I hate 'em! Aaargh! Aaargh!

So, there you are! I might have known it would end up like this. To think of all the love and affection I've wasted on you. Well, if that's how you treat your poor old mother in the autumn years of her life, all I can say is, go ahead, be crucified, see if I care. I might have known it would end up like this...

and look what you've done to mother! She's worn out with meeting film stars, attending premieres and giving gala luncheons...

I'm the head waiter. This is a vegetarian restaurant only, we serve no animal flesh of any kind. We're not only proud of that, we're smug about it. So if you were to come in here asking me to rip open a small defenseless chicken, so you could chew its skin and eat its intestines, then I'm afraid I'd have to ask you to leave.

How about a little Red Leicester? :no: Never mind, how are you on Tilsit? :crazy: Red Windsor?

I like Chinese food, The waiters never are rude, Think of the many things they've done to impress, There's Maoism, Taoism, I Ching and chess.

I'm Mao Tse Tung... I'm P. P. Arnold... I'm Margaret Thatcher ... I'm Sir Gerald Nabarro ... Hello? Sir Len Hutton here. Could you tell me, please ... oh, am I? Oh, thank you. Good evening. I'm Mrs What-number-are-you-dialing-please?

:musicnote: Hello operator, is that the central line, give me the Piccadilly number, nine one o nine. :musicnote:
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:tsk: In Norway, we have one of the highest per capita income rates in Europe.

Gentlemen, our MP saw the PM this AM and the PM wants more LSD from the PIB by tomorrow AM or PM at the latest. I told the PM's PPS that AM was NBG so tomorrow PM it is for the PM. Give us a fag or I'll go spare. Now, the fiscal deficit with regard to the monetary balance, the current financial year excluding invisible exports, but adjusted of course for seasonal variations and the incremental statistics of the fiscal and revenue arrangements for the forthcoming annual budgetary period terminating in April.

The Rush Forum would like to apologize for the way in which politicians are represented in these posts. It was never our intention to imply that politicians are weak-kneed, political time servers who are concerned more with their personal vendettas and private power struggles than the problems of government, nor to suggest at any point that they sacrifice their credibility by denying free debate on vital matters in the mistaken impression that party unity comes before the well being of the people they supposedly represent nor to imply at any stage that they are squabbling little toadies without an ounce of concern for the vital social problems of today. Nor do we intend that readers should consider them as crabby ulcerous little self-seeking vermin with furry legs and an excessive addiction to alcohol and certain explicit sexual practices which some people might find offensive. We are sorry if this impression has come across.

Listen. The only people we hate more than the Romans are the f***ing Judean People's Front.

I hate 'em! I hate 'em! Aaargh! Aaargh!

So, there you are! I might have known it would end up like this. To think of all the love and affection I've wasted on you. Well, if that's how you treat your poor old mother in the autumn years of her life, all I can say is, go ahead, be crucified, see if I care. I might have known it would end up like this...

and look what you've done to mother! She's worn out with meeting film stars, attending premieres and giving gala luncheons...

I'm the head waiter. This is a vegetarian restaurant only, we serve no animal flesh of any kind. We're not only proud of that, we're smug about it. So if you were to come in here asking me to rip open a small defenseless chicken, so you could chew its skin and eat its intestines, then I'm afraid I'd have to ask you to leave.

How about a little Red Leicester? :no: Never mind, how are you on Tilsit? :crazy: Red Windsor?

I like Chinese food, The waiters never are rude, Think of the many things they've done to impress, There's Maoism, Taoism, I Ching and chess.

I'm Mao Tse Tung... I'm P. P. Arnold... I'm Margaret Thatcher ... I'm Sir Gerald Nabarro ... Hello? Sir Len Hutton here. Could you tell me, please ... oh, am I? Oh, thank you. Good evening. I'm Mrs What-number-are-you-dialing-please?

:musicnote: Hello operator, is that the central line, give me the Piccadilly number, nine one o nine. :musicnote:

Need an emergency appendectomy and are stuck on the Piccadilly Line? Consult the bok’s trusty DIY!
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:tsk: In Norway, we have one of the highest per capita income rates in Europe.

Gentlemen, our MP saw the PM this AM and the PM wants more LSD from the PIB by tomorrow AM or PM at the latest. I told the PM's PPS that AM was NBG so tomorrow PM it is for the PM. Give us a fag or I'll go spare. Now, the fiscal deficit with regard to the monetary balance, the current financial year excluding invisible exports, but adjusted of course for seasonal variations and the incremental statistics of the fiscal and revenue arrangements for the forthcoming annual budgetary period terminating in April.

The Rush Forum would like to apologize for the way in which politicians are represented in these posts. It was never our intention to imply that politicians are weak-kneed, political time servers who are concerned more with their personal vendettas and private power struggles than the problems of government, nor to suggest at any point that they sacrifice their credibility by denying free debate on vital matters in the mistaken impression that party unity comes before the well being of the people they supposedly represent nor to imply at any stage that they are squabbling little toadies without an ounce of concern for the vital social problems of today. Nor do we intend that readers should consider them as crabby ulcerous little self-seeking vermin with furry legs and an excessive addiction to alcohol and certain explicit sexual practices which some people might find offensive. We are sorry if this impression has come across.

Listen. The only people we hate more than the Romans are the f***ing Judean People's Front.

I hate 'em! I hate 'em! Aaargh! Aaargh!

So, there you are! I might have known it would end up like this. To think of all the love and affection I've wasted on you. Well, if that's how you treat your poor old mother in the autumn years of her life, all I can say is, go ahead, be crucified, see if I care. I might have known it would end up like this...

and look what you've done to mother! She's worn out with meeting film stars, attending premieres and giving gala luncheons...

I'm the head waiter. This is a vegetarian restaurant only, we serve no animal flesh of any kind. We're not only proud of that, we're smug about it. So if you were to come in here asking me to rip open a small defenseless chicken, so you could chew its skin and eat its intestines, then I'm afraid I'd have to ask you to leave.

How about a little Red Leicester? :no: Never mind, how are you on Tilsit? :crazy: Red Windsor?

I like Chinese food, The waiters never are rude, Think of the many things they've done to impress, There's Maoism, Taoism, I Ching and chess.

I'm Mao Tse Tung... I'm P. P. Arnold... I'm Margaret Thatcher ... I'm Sir Gerald Nabarro ... Hello? Sir Len Hutton here. Could you tell me, please ... oh, am I? Oh, thank you. Good evening. I'm Mrs What-number-are-you-dialing-please?

:musicnote: Hello operator, is that the central line, give me the Piccadilly number, nine one o nine. :musicnote:

Need an emergency appendectomy and are stuck on the Piccadilly Line? Consult the bok’s trusty DIY!

:tsk: Consult the Bok of Armaments. Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one.
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:tsk: In Norway, we have one of the highest per capita income rates in Europe.

Gentlemen, our MP saw the PM this AM and the PM wants more LSD from the PIB by tomorrow AM or PM at the latest. I told the PM's PPS that AM was NBG so tomorrow PM it is for the PM. Give us a fag or I'll go spare. Now, the fiscal deficit with regard to the monetary balance, the current financial year excluding invisible exports, but adjusted of course for seasonal variations and the incremental statistics of the fiscal and revenue arrangements for the forthcoming annual budgetary period terminating in April.

The Rush Forum would like to apologize for the way in which politicians are represented in these posts. It was never our intention to imply that politicians are weak-kneed, political time servers who are concerned more with their personal vendettas and private power struggles than the problems of government, nor to suggest at any point that they sacrifice their credibility by denying free debate on vital matters in the mistaken impression that party unity comes before the well being of the people they supposedly represent nor to imply at any stage that they are squabbling little toadies without an ounce of concern for the vital social problems of today. Nor do we intend that readers should consider them as crabby ulcerous little self-seeking vermin with furry legs and an excessive addiction to alcohol and certain explicit sexual practices which some people might find offensive. We are sorry if this impression has come across.

Listen. The only people we hate more than the Romans are the f***ing Judean People's Front.

I hate 'em! I hate 'em! Aaargh! Aaargh!

So, there you are! I might have known it would end up like this. To think of all the love and affection I've wasted on you. Well, if that's how you treat your poor old mother in the autumn years of her life, all I can say is, go ahead, be crucified, see if I care. I might have known it would end up like this...

and look what you've done to mother! She's worn out with meeting film stars, attending premieres and giving gala luncheons...

I'm the head waiter. This is a vegetarian restaurant only, we serve no animal flesh of any kind. We're not only proud of that, we're smug about it. So if you were to come in here asking me to rip open a small defenseless chicken, so you could chew its skin and eat its intestines, then I'm afraid I'd have to ask you to leave.

How about a little Red Leicester? :no: Never mind, how are you on Tilsit? :crazy: Red Windsor?

I like Chinese food, The waiters never are rude, Think of the many things they've done to impress, There's Maoism, Taoism, I Ching and chess.

I'm Mao Tse Tung... I'm P. P. Arnold... I'm Margaret Thatcher ... I'm Sir Gerald Nabarro ... Hello? Sir Len Hutton here. Could you tell me, please ... oh, am I? Oh, thank you. Good evening. I'm Mrs What-number-are-you-dialing-please?

:musicnote: Hello operator, is that the central line, give me the Piccadilly number, nine one o nine. :musicnote:

Need an emergency appendectomy and are stuck on the Piccadilly Line? Consult the bok’s trusty DIY!

:tsk: Consult the Bok of Armaments. Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one.

Mr blackhawkrush of Chicago, who claims to be able to recite the entire Bible in one second, whilst being struck on the head with a large axe. Ha, ha, wow. We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.
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:tsk: In Norway, we have one of the highest per capita income rates in Europe.

Gentlemen, our MP saw the PM this AM and the PM wants more LSD from the PIB by tomorrow AM or PM at the latest. I told the PM's PPS that AM was NBG so tomorrow PM it is for the PM. Give us a fag or I'll go spare. Now, the fiscal deficit with regard to the monetary balance, the current financial year excluding invisible exports, but adjusted of course for seasonal variations and the incremental statistics of the fiscal and revenue arrangements for the forthcoming annual budgetary period terminating in April.

The Rush Forum would like to apologize for the way in which politicians are represented in these posts. It was never our intention to imply that politicians are weak-kneed, political time servers who are concerned more with their personal vendettas and private power struggles than the problems of government, nor to suggest at any point that they sacrifice their credibility by denying free debate on vital matters in the mistaken impression that party unity comes before the well being of the people they supposedly represent nor to imply at any stage that they are squabbling little toadies without an ounce of concern for the vital social problems of today. Nor do we intend that readers should consider them as crabby ulcerous little self-seeking vermin with furry legs and an excessive addiction to alcohol and certain explicit sexual practices which some people might find offensive. We are sorry if this impression has come across.

Listen. The only people we hate more than the Romans are the f***ing Judean People's Front.

I hate 'em! I hate 'em! Aaargh! Aaargh!

So, there you are! I might have known it would end up like this. To think of all the love and affection I've wasted on you. Well, if that's how you treat your poor old mother in the autumn years of her life, all I can say is, go ahead, be crucified, see if I care. I might have known it would end up like this...

and look what you've done to mother! She's worn out with meeting film stars, attending premieres and giving gala luncheons...

I'm the head waiter. This is a vegetarian restaurant only, we serve no animal flesh of any kind. We're not only proud of that, we're smug about it. So if you were to come in here asking me to rip open a small defenseless chicken, so you could chew its skin and eat its intestines, then I'm afraid I'd have to ask you to leave.

How about a little Red Leicester? :no: Never mind, how are you on Tilsit? :crazy: Red Windsor?

I like Chinese food, The waiters never are rude, Think of the many things they've done to impress, There's Maoism, Taoism, I Ching and chess.

I'm Mao Tse Tung... I'm P. P. Arnold... I'm Margaret Thatcher ... I'm Sir Gerald Nabarro ... Hello? Sir Len Hutton here. Could you tell me, please ... oh, am I? Oh, thank you. Good evening. I'm Mrs What-number-are-you-dialing-please?

:musicnote: Hello operator, is that the central line, give me the Piccadilly number, nine one o nine. :musicnote:

Need an emergency appendectomy and are stuck on the Piccadilly Line? Consult the bok’s trusty DIY!

:tsk: Consult the Bok of Armaments. Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one.

Mr blackhawkrush of Chicago, who claims to be able to recite the entire Bible in one second, whilst being struck on the head with a large axe. Ha, ha, wow. We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.

In the shadows of crrignu...Cairngorm. In the shadows of Cairngorm. :ph34r:
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:tsk: In Norway, we have one of the highest per capita income rates in Europe.

Gentlemen, our MP saw the PM this AM and the PM wants more LSD from the PIB by tomorrow AM or PM at the latest. I told the PM's PPS that AM was NBG so tomorrow PM it is for the PM. Give us a fag or I'll go spare. Now, the fiscal deficit with regard to the monetary balance, the current financial year excluding invisible exports, but adjusted of course for seasonal variations and the incremental statistics of the fiscal and revenue arrangements for the forthcoming annual budgetary period terminating in April.

The Rush Forum would like to apologize for the way in which politicians are represented in these posts. It was never our intention to imply that politicians are weak-kneed, political time servers who are concerned more with their personal vendettas and private power struggles than the problems of government, nor to suggest at any point that they sacrifice their credibility by denying free debate on vital matters in the mistaken impression that party unity comes before the well being of the people they supposedly represent nor to imply at any stage that they are squabbling little toadies without an ounce of concern for the vital social problems of today. Nor do we intend that readers should consider them as crabby ulcerous little self-seeking vermin with furry legs and an excessive addiction to alcohol and certain explicit sexual practices which some people might find offensive. We are sorry if this impression has come across.

Listen. The only people we hate more than the Romans are the f***ing Judean People's Front.

I hate 'em! I hate 'em! Aaargh! Aaargh!

So, there you are! I might have known it would end up like this. To think of all the love and affection I've wasted on you. Well, if that's how you treat your poor old mother in the autumn years of her life, all I can say is, go ahead, be crucified, see if I care. I might have known it would end up like this...

and look what you've done to mother! She's worn out with meeting film stars, attending premieres and giving gala luncheons...

I'm the head waiter. This is a vegetarian restaurant only, we serve no animal flesh of any kind. We're not only proud of that, we're smug about it. So if you were to come in here asking me to rip open a small defenseless chicken, so you could chew its skin and eat its intestines, then I'm afraid I'd have to ask you to leave.

How about a little Red Leicester? :no: Never mind, how are you on Tilsit? :crazy: Red Windsor?

I like Chinese food, The waiters never are rude, Think of the many things they've done to impress, There's Maoism, Taoism, I Ching and chess.

I'm Mao Tse Tung... I'm P. P. Arnold... I'm Margaret Thatcher ... I'm Sir Gerald Nabarro ... Hello? Sir Len Hutton here. Could you tell me, please ... oh, am I? Oh, thank you. Good evening. I'm Mrs What-number-are-you-dialing-please?

:musicnote: Hello operator, is that the central line, give me the Piccadilly number, nine one o nine. :musicnote:

Need an emergency appendectomy and are stuck on the Piccadilly Line? Consult the bok’s trusty DIY!

:tsk: Consult the Bok of Armaments. Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one.

Mr blackhawkrush of Chicago, who claims to be able to recite the entire Bible in one second, whilst being struck on the head with a large axe. Ha, ha, wow. We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.

In the shadows of crrignu...Cairngorm. In the shadows of Cairngorm. :ph34r:

For this was Sir Walter Scott's country. Was Sir Walter Scott a loony, or was he the greatest flowering of the early nineteenth-century romantic tradition?
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:tsk: In Norway, we have one of the highest per capita income rates in Europe.

Gentlemen, our MP saw the PM this AM and the PM wants more LSD from the PIB by tomorrow AM or PM at the latest. I told the PM's PPS that AM was NBG so tomorrow PM it is for the PM. Give us a fag or I'll go spare. Now, the fiscal deficit with regard to the monetary balance, the current financial year excluding invisible exports, but adjusted of course for seasonal variations and the incremental statistics of the fiscal and revenue arrangements for the forthcoming annual budgetary period terminating in April.

The Rush Forum would like to apologize for the way in which politicians are represented in these posts. It was never our intention to imply that politicians are weak-kneed, political time servers who are concerned more with their personal vendettas and private power struggles than the problems of government, nor to suggest at any point that they sacrifice their credibility by denying free debate on vital matters in the mistaken impression that party unity comes before the well being of the people they supposedly represent nor to imply at any stage that they are squabbling little toadies without an ounce of concern for the vital social problems of today. Nor do we intend that readers should consider them as crabby ulcerous little self-seeking vermin with furry legs and an excessive addiction to alcohol and certain explicit sexual practices which some people might find offensive. We are sorry if this impression has come across.

Listen. The only people we hate more than the Romans are the f***ing Judean People's Front.

I hate 'em! I hate 'em! Aaargh! Aaargh!

So, there you are! I might have known it would end up like this. To think of all the love and affection I've wasted on you. Well, if that's how you treat your poor old mother in the autumn years of her life, all I can say is, go ahead, be crucified, see if I care. I might have known it would end up like this...

and look what you've done to mother! She's worn out with meeting film stars, attending premieres and giving gala luncheons...

I'm the head waiter. This is a vegetarian restaurant only, we serve no animal flesh of any kind. We're not only proud of that, we're smug about it. So if you were to come in here asking me to rip open a small defenseless chicken, so you could chew its skin and eat its intestines, then I'm afraid I'd have to ask you to leave.

How about a little Red Leicester? :no: Never mind, how are you on Tilsit? :crazy: Red Windsor?

I like Chinese food, The waiters never are rude, Think of the many things they've done to impress, There's Maoism, Taoism, I Ching and chess.

I'm Mao Tse Tung... I'm P. P. Arnold... I'm Margaret Thatcher ... I'm Sir Gerald Nabarro ... Hello? Sir Len Hutton here. Could you tell me, please ... oh, am I? Oh, thank you. Good evening. I'm Mrs What-number-are-you-dialing-please?

:musicnote: Hello operator, is that the central line, give me the Piccadilly number, nine one o nine. :musicnote:

Need an emergency appendectomy and are stuck on the Piccadilly Line? Consult the bok’s trusty DIY!

:tsk: Consult the Bok of Armaments. Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one.

Mr blackhawkrush of Chicago, who claims to be able to recite the entire Bible in one second, whilst being struck on the head with a large axe. Ha, ha, wow. We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.

In the shadows of crrignu...Cairngorm. In the shadows of Cairngorm. :ph34r:

For this was Sir Walter Scott's country. Was Sir Walter Scott a loony, or was he the greatest flowering of the early nineteenth-century romantic tradition?

Carl Maria von Weber-- Not at all well, 1825. Died, 1826. Giacomo Meyerbeer-- Still alive, 1863. Not still alive, 1864. Modeste Mussorgsky-- 1880, going to parties. No fun anymore, 1881. Johan Nepomuk Hummel-- Chatting away nineteen to the dozen with his mates down the pub every evening, 1836. 1837, nothing.
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Gentlemen, our MP saw the PM this AM and the PM wants more LSD from the PIB by tomorrow AM or PM at the latest. I told the PM's PPS that AM was NBG so tomorrow PM it is for the PM. Give us a fag or I'll go spare. Now, the fiscal deficit with regard to the monetary balance, the current financial year excluding invisible exports, but adjusted of course for seasonal variations and the incremental statistics of the fiscal and revenue arrangements for the forthcoming annual budgetary period terminating in April.

The Rush Forum would like to apologize for the way in which politicians are represented in these posts. It was never our intention to imply that politicians are weak-kneed, political time servers who are concerned more with their personal vendettas and private power struggles than the problems of government, nor to suggest at any point that they sacrifice their credibility by denying free debate on vital matters in the mistaken impression that party unity comes before the well being of the people they supposedly represent nor to imply at any stage that they are squabbling little toadies without an ounce of concern for the vital social problems of today. Nor do we intend that readers should consider them as crabby ulcerous little self-seeking vermin with furry legs and an excessive addiction to alcohol and certain explicit sexual practices which some people might find offensive. We are sorry if this impression has come across.

Listen. The only people we hate more than the Romans are the f***ing Judean People's Front.

I hate 'em! I hate 'em! Aaargh! Aaargh!

So, there you are! I might have known it would end up like this. To think of all the love and affection I've wasted on you. Well, if that's how you treat your poor old mother in the autumn years of her life, all I can say is, go ahead, be crucified, see if I care. I might have known it would end up like this...

and look what you've done to mother! She's worn out with meeting film stars, attending premieres and giving gala luncheons...

I'm the head waiter. This is a vegetarian restaurant only, we serve no animal flesh of any kind. We're not only proud of that, we're smug about it. So if you were to come in here asking me to rip open a small defenseless chicken, so you could chew its skin and eat its intestines, then I'm afraid I'd have to ask you to leave.

How about a little Red Leicester? :no: Never mind, how are you on Tilsit? :crazy: Red Windsor?

I like Chinese food, The waiters never are rude, Think of the many things they've done to impress, There's Maoism, Taoism, I Ching and chess.

I'm Mao Tse Tung... I'm P. P. Arnold... I'm Margaret Thatcher ... I'm Sir Gerald Nabarro ... Hello? Sir Len Hutton here. Could you tell me, please ... oh, am I? Oh, thank you. Good evening. I'm Mrs What-number-are-you-dialing-please?

:musicnote: Hello operator, is that the central line, give me the Piccadilly number, nine one o nine. :musicnote:

Need an emergency appendectomy and are stuck on the Piccadilly Line? Consult the bok’s trusty DIY!

:tsk: Consult the Bok of Armaments. Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one.

Mr blackhawkrush of Chicago, who claims to be able to recite the entire Bible in one second, whilst being struck on the head with a large axe. Ha, ha, wow. We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.

In the shadows of crrignu...Cairngorm. In the shadows of Cairngorm. :ph34r:

For this was Sir Walter Scott's country. Was Sir Walter Scott a loony, or was he the greatest flowering of the early nineteenth-century romantic tradition?

Carl Maria von Weber-- Not at all well, 1825. Died, 1826. Giacomo Meyerbeer-- Still alive, 1863. Not still alive, 1864. Modeste Mussorgsky-- 1880, going to parties. No fun anymore, 1881. Johan Nepomuk Hummel-- Chatting away nineteen to the dozen with his mates down the pub every evening, 1836. 1837, nothing.

Cowdrey is not out naught. Naughton is not in. Knott is in and is naught for not out. Naughton of Northants got a nasty knock on the nut in the nets last night but is nothing of note. Next in is Nat Newton of Notts. Not Nutring - Nutting's at nine, er, Nutring knocked neatie nighty knock knock... anyway England have played extremely well for nothing, not a sausage, in reply to Iceland's first innings total of 722 for 2 declared, scored yesterday disappointingly fast in only twenty-one overs with lots of wild slogging and boundaries and all sorts of rubbishy things. But the main thing is that England have made an absolutely outstanding start so far
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:tsk: In Norway, we have one of the highest per capita income rates in Europe.

Gentlemen, our MP saw the PM this AM and the PM wants more LSD from the PIB by tomorrow AM or PM at the latest. I told the PM's PPS that AM was NBG so tomorrow PM it is for the PM. Give us a fag or I'll go spare. Now, the fiscal deficit with regard to the monetary balance, the current financial year excluding invisible exports, but adjusted of course for seasonal variations and the incremental statistics of the fiscal and revenue arrangements for the forthcoming annual budgetary period terminating in April.

The Rush Forum would like to apologize for the way in which politicians are represented in these posts. It was never our intention to imply that politicians are weak-kneed, political time servers who are concerned more with their personal vendettas and private power struggles than the problems of government, nor to suggest at any point that they sacrifice their credibility by denying free debate on vital matters in the mistaken impression that party unity comes before the well being of the people they supposedly represent nor to imply at any stage that they are squabbling little toadies without an ounce of concern for the vital social problems of today. Nor do we intend that readers should consider them as crabby ulcerous little self-seeking vermin with furry legs and an excessive addiction to alcohol and certain explicit sexual practices which some people might find offensive. We are sorry if this impression has come across.

Listen. The only people we hate more than the Romans are the f***ing Judean People's Front.

I hate 'em! I hate 'em! Aaargh! Aaargh!

So, there you are! I might have known it would end up like this. To think of all the love and affection I've wasted on you. Well, if that's how you treat your poor old mother in the autumn years of her life, all I can say is, go ahead, be crucified, see if I care. I might have known it would end up like this...

and look what you've done to mother! She's worn out with meeting film stars, attending premieres and giving gala luncheons...

I'm the head waiter. This is a vegetarian restaurant only, we serve no animal flesh of any kind. We're not only proud of that, we're smug about it. So if you were to come in here asking me to rip open a small defenseless chicken, so you could chew its skin and eat its intestines, then I'm afraid I'd have to ask you to leave.

How about a little Red Leicester? :no: Never mind, how are you on Tilsit? :crazy: Red Windsor?

I like Chinese food, The waiters never are rude, Think of the many things they've done to impress, There's Maoism, Taoism, I Ching and chess.

I'm Mao Tse Tung... I'm P. P. Arnold... I'm Margaret Thatcher ... I'm Sir Gerald Nabarro ... Hello? Sir Len Hutton here. Could you tell me, please ... oh, am I? Oh, thank you. Good evening. I'm Mrs What-number-are-you-dialing-please?

:musicnote: Hello operator, is that the central line, give me the Piccadilly number, nine one o nine. :musicnote:

Need an emergency appendectomy and are stuck on the Piccadilly Line? Consult the bok’s trusty DIY!

:tsk: Consult the Bok of Armaments. Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one.

Mr blackhawkrush of Chicago, who claims to be able to recite the entire Bible in one second, whilst being struck on the head with a large axe. Ha, ha, wow. We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.

In the shadows of crrignu...Cairngorm. In the shadows of Cairngorm. :ph34r:

For this was Sir Walter Scott's country. Was Sir Walter Scott a loony, or was he the greatest flowering of the early nineteenth-century romantic tradition?

Carl Maria von Weber-- Not at all well, 1825. Died, 1826. Giacomo Meyerbeer-- Still alive, 1863. Not still alive, 1864. Modeste Mussorgsky-- 1880, going to parties. No fun anymore, 1881. Johan Nepomuk Hummel-- Chatting away nineteen to the dozen with his mates down the pub every evening, 1836. 1837, nothing.

Cowdrey is not out naught. Naughton is not in. Knott is in and is naught for not out. Naughton of Northants got a nasty knock on the nut in the nets last night but is nothing of note. Next in is Nat Newton of Notts. Not Nutring - Nutting's at nine, er, Nutring knocked neatie nighty knock knock... anyway England have played extremely well for nothing, not a sausage, in reply to Iceland's first innings total of 722 for 2 declared, scored yesterday disappointingly fast in only twenty-one overs with lots of wild slogging and boundaries and all sorts of rubbishy things. But the main thing is that England have made an absolutely outstanding start so far

Well, Citizen off to a really great start there. Remember the Canadian has got 11 years, 2 months, 26 days, 9 hours, 3 minutes, 27.4 seconds to beat.
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:tsk: In Norway, we have one of the highest per capita income rates in Europe.

Gentlemen, our MP saw the PM this AM and the PM wants more LSD from the PIB by tomorrow AM or PM at the latest. I told the PM's PPS that AM was NBG so tomorrow PM it is for the PM. Give us a fag or I'll go spare. Now, the fiscal deficit with regard to the monetary balance, the current financial year excluding invisible exports, but adjusted of course for seasonal variations and the incremental statistics of the fiscal and revenue arrangements for the forthcoming annual budgetary period terminating in April.

The Rush Forum would like to apologize for the way in which politicians are represented in these posts. It was never our intention to imply that politicians are weak-kneed, political time servers who are concerned more with their personal vendettas and private power struggles than the problems of government, nor to suggest at any point that they sacrifice their credibility by denying free debate on vital matters in the mistaken impression that party unity comes before the well being of the people they supposedly represent nor to imply at any stage that they are squabbling little toadies without an ounce of concern for the vital social problems of today. Nor do we intend that readers should consider them as crabby ulcerous little self-seeking vermin with furry legs and an excessive addiction to alcohol and certain explicit sexual practices which some people might find offensive. We are sorry if this impression has come across.

Listen. The only people we hate more than the Romans are the f***ing Judean People's Front.

I hate 'em! I hate 'em! Aaargh! Aaargh!

So, there you are! I might have known it would end up like this. To think of all the love and affection I've wasted on you. Well, if that's how you treat your poor old mother in the autumn years of her life, all I can say is, go ahead, be crucified, see if I care. I might have known it would end up like this...

and look what you've done to mother! She's worn out with meeting film stars, attending premieres and giving gala luncheons...

I'm the head waiter. This is a vegetarian restaurant only, we serve no animal flesh of any kind. We're not only proud of that, we're smug about it. So if you were to come in here asking me to rip open a small defenseless chicken, so you could chew its skin and eat its intestines, then I'm afraid I'd have to ask you to leave.

How about a little Red Leicester? :no: Never mind, how are you on Tilsit? :crazy: Red Windsor?

I like Chinese food, The waiters never are rude, Think of the many things they've done to impress, There's Maoism, Taoism, I Ching and chess.

I'm Mao Tse Tung... I'm P. P. Arnold... I'm Margaret Thatcher ... I'm Sir Gerald Nabarro ... Hello? Sir Len Hutton here. Could you tell me, please ... oh, am I? Oh, thank you. Good evening. I'm Mrs What-number-are-you-dialing-please?

:musicnote: Hello operator, is that the central line, give me the Piccadilly number, nine one o nine. :musicnote:

Need an emergency appendectomy and are stuck on the Piccadilly Line? Consult the bok’s trusty DIY!

:tsk: Consult the Bok of Armaments. Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one.

Mr blackhawkrush of Chicago, who claims to be able to recite the entire Bible in one second, whilst being struck on the head with a large axe. Ha, ha, wow. We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.

In the shadows of crrignu...Cairngorm. In the shadows of Cairngorm. :ph34r:

For this was Sir Walter Scott's country. Was Sir Walter Scott a loony, or was he the greatest flowering of the early nineteenth-century romantic tradition?

Carl Maria von Weber-- Not at all well, 1825. Died, 1826. Giacomo Meyerbeer-- Still alive, 1863. Not still alive, 1864. Modeste Mussorgsky-- 1880, going to parties. No fun anymore, 1881. Johan Nepomuk Hummel-- Chatting away nineteen to the dozen with his mates down the pub every evening, 1836. 1837, nothing.

Cowdrey is not out naught. Naughton is not in. Knott is in and is naught for not out. Naughton of Northants got a nasty knock on the nut in the nets last night but is nothing of note. Next in is Nat Newton of Notts. Not Nutring - Nutting's at nine, er, Nutring knocked neatie nighty knock knock... anyway England have played extremely well for nothing, not a sausage, in reply to Iceland's first innings total of 722 for 2 declared, scored yesterday disappointingly fast in only twenty-one overs with lots of wild slogging and boundaries and all sorts of rubbishy things. But the main thing is that England have made an absolutely outstanding start so far

Well, Citizen off to a really great start there. Remember the Canadian has got 11 years, 2 months, 26 days, 9 hours, 3 minutes, 27.4 seconds to beat.

Last year some of us from Yellow River got a party to see Citizen ballet in Montreal. :coy:
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Why is it that these new lurex dancing tights go baggy at the knees after only a couple of evenings' fun. Bring back the old canvas ones I say.

Muddy knees have got me all aquiver.

Muddy knees have got me all aglow.

Muddy knees have sent me for a paper

To a newsagents near here I know.

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Why is it that these new lurex dancing tights go baggy at the knees after only a couple of evenings' fun. Bring back the old canvas ones I say.

Muddy knees have got me all aquiver.

Muddy knees have got me all aglow.

Muddy knees have sent me for a paper

To a newsagents near here I know.

This is a lingerie shop, sir Ibanez. We've got corsets, stockings, suspender belts, tights, bras, slips, petticoats, knickers, socks and garters. :whipgirl:
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Why is it that these new lurex dancing tights go baggy at the knees after only a couple of evenings' fun. Bring back the old canvas ones I say.

Muddy knees have got me all aquiver.

Muddy knees have got me all aglow.

Muddy knees have sent me for a paper

To a newsagents near here I know.

This is a lingerie shop, sir Ibanez. We've got corsets, stockings, suspender belts, tights, bras, slips, petticoats, knickers, socks and garters. :whipgirl:

Good evening. I'd like to talk to you tonight about the place of the nude in my bed...um...in the history of my bed...of art, I'm sorry. The place of the nude in the history of tart...call-girl...I'm sorry I'll start again...Bum...oh, what a giveaway. The place of the nude in art... Oh, hello there father, er, confessor, professor, your honour, your grace ...
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Why is it that these new lurex dancing tights go baggy at the knees after only a couple of evenings' fun. Bring back the old canvas ones I say.

Muddy knees have got me all aquiver.

Muddy knees have got me all aglow.

Muddy knees have sent me for a paper

To a newsagents near here I know.

This is a lingerie shop, sir Ibanez. We've got corsets, stockings, suspender belts, tights, bras, slips, petticoats, knickers, socks and garters. :whipgirl:

Good evening. I'd like to talk to you tonight about the place of the nude in my bed...um...in the history of my bed...of art, I'm sorry. The place of the nude in the history of tart...call-girl...I'm sorry I'll start again...Bum...oh, what a giveaway. The place of the nude in art... Oh, hello there father, er, confessor, professor, your honour, your grace ...

Fine, fine, fine, thank you. Fine, thank you. No more sherry for me don't you know. Warner House beat Badger House for the Second Cuppa, remarkable. We had to put most of the second form to sleep. No padre. Bad business. They were beginning to play with themselves.
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Why is it that these new lurex dancing tights go baggy at the knees after only a couple of evenings' fun. Bring back the old canvas ones I say.

Muddy knees have got me all aquiver.

Muddy knees have got me all aglow.

Muddy knees have sent me for a paper

To a newsagents near here I know.

This is a lingerie shop, sir Ibanez. We've got corsets, stockings, suspender belts, tights, bras, slips, petticoats, knickers, socks and garters. :whipgirl:

Good evening. I'd like to talk to you tonight about the place of the nude in my bed...um...in the history of my bed...of art, I'm sorry. The place of the nude in the history of tart...call-girl...I'm sorry I'll start again...Bum...oh, what a giveaway. The place of the nude in art... Oh, hello there father, er, confessor, professor, your honour, your grace ...

Fine, fine, fine, thank you. Fine, thank you. No more sherry for me don't you know. Warner House beat Badger House for the Second Cuppa, remarkable. We had to put most of the second form to sleep. No padre. Bad business. They were beginning to play with themselves.

Oh citizen, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening?
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Why is it that these new lurex dancing tights go baggy at the knees after only a couple of evenings' fun. Bring back the old canvas ones I say.

Muddy knees have got me all aquiver.

Muddy knees have got me all aglow.

Muddy knees have sent me for a paper

To a newsagents near here I know.

This is a lingerie shop, sir Ibanez. We've got corsets, stockings, suspender belts, tights, bras, slips, petticoats, knickers, socks and garters. :whipgirl:

Good evening. I'd like to talk to you tonight about the place of the nude in my bed...um...in the history of my bed...of art, I'm sorry. The place of the nude in the history of tart...call-girl...I'm sorry I'll start again...Bum...oh, what a giveaway. The place of the nude in art... Oh, hello there father, er, confessor, professor, your honour, your grace ...

Fine, fine, fine, thank you. Fine, thank you. No more sherry for me don't you know. Warner House beat Badger House for the Second Cuppa, remarkable. We had to put most of the second form to sleep. No padre. Bad business. They were beginning to play with themselves.

Oh citizen, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening?

Well ... let's just ... take a ... look at this new film...clip.
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Why is it that these new lurex dancing tights go baggy at the knees after only a couple of evenings' fun. Bring back the old canvas ones I say.

Muddy knees have got me all aquiver.

Muddy knees have got me all aglow.

Muddy knees have sent me for a paper

To a newsagents near here I know.

This is a lingerie shop, sir Ibanez. We've got corsets, stockings, suspender belts, tights, bras, slips, petticoats, knickers, socks and garters. :whipgirl:

Good evening. I'd like to talk to you tonight about the place of the nude in my bed...um...in the history of my bed...of art, I'm sorry. The place of the nude in the history of tart...call-girl...I'm sorry I'll start again...Bum...oh, what a giveaway. The place of the nude in art... Oh, hello there father, er, confessor, professor, your honour, your grace ...

Fine, fine, fine, thank you. Fine, thank you. No more sherry for me don't you know. Warner House beat Badger House for the Second Cuppa, remarkable. We had to put most of the second form to sleep. No padre. Bad business. They were beginning to play with themselves.

Oh citizen, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening?

Well ... let's just ... take a ... look at this new film...clip.

I SEE THAT YOU HAVE A CABBAGE. :eh: IT CERTAINLY IS A LOVELY DAY ALL RIGHT.
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Why is it that these new lurex dancing tights go baggy at the knees after only a couple of evenings' fun. Bring back the old canvas ones I say.

Muddy knees have got me all aquiver.

Muddy knees have got me all aglow.

Muddy knees have sent me for a paper

To a newsagents near here I know.

This is a lingerie shop, sir Ibanez. We've got corsets, stockings, suspender belts, tights, bras, slips, petticoats, knickers, socks and garters. :whipgirl:

Good evening. I'd like to talk to you tonight about the place of the nude in my bed...um...in the history of my bed...of art, I'm sorry. The place of the nude in the history of tart...call-girl...I'm sorry I'll start again...Bum...oh, what a giveaway. The place of the nude in art... Oh, hello there father, er, confessor, professor, your honour, your grace ...

Fine, fine, fine, thank you. Fine, thank you. No more sherry for me don't you know. Warner House beat Badger House for the Second Cuppa, remarkable. We had to put most of the second form to sleep. No padre. Bad business. They were beginning to play with themselves.

Oh citizen, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening?

Well ... let's just ... take a ... look at this new film...clip.

I SEE THAT YOU HAVE A CABBAGE. :eh: IT CERTAINLY IS A LOVELY DAY ALL RIGHT.

Yes, they've done wonders with it. You know this used to be one of the most swampy disease infested areas of the whole jungle, and they've turned it into this smashing little restaurant.
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Why is it that these new lurex dancing tights go baggy at the knees after only a couple of evenings' fun. Bring back the old canvas ones I say.

Muddy knees have got me all aquiver.

Muddy knees have got me all aglow.

Muddy knees have sent me for a paper

To a newsagents near here I know.

This is a lingerie shop, sir Ibanez. We've got corsets, stockings, suspender belts, tights, bras, slips, petticoats, knickers, socks and garters. :whipgirl:

Good evening. I'd like to talk to you tonight about the place of the nude in my bed...um...in the history of my bed...of art, I'm sorry. The place of the nude in the history of tart...call-girl...I'm sorry I'll start again...Bum...oh, what a giveaway. The place of the nude in art... Oh, hello there father, er, confessor, professor, your honour, your grace ...

Fine, fine, fine, thank you. Fine, thank you. No more sherry for me don't you know. Warner House beat Badger House for the Second Cuppa, remarkable. We had to put most of the second form to sleep. No padre. Bad business. They were beginning to play with themselves.

Oh citizen, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening?

Well ... let's just ... take a ... look at this new film...clip.

I SEE THAT YOU HAVE A CABBAGE. :eh: IT CERTAINLY IS A LOVELY DAY ALL RIGHT.

Yes, they've done wonders with it. You know this used to be one of the most swampy disease infested areas of the whole jungle, and they've turned it into this smashing little restaurant.

Oh, er by the way - got a bit of a dirty fork, could you ... er.. get me another one?
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Why is it that these new lurex dancing tights go baggy at the knees after only a couple of evenings' fun. Bring back the old canvas ones I say.

Muddy knees have got me all aquiver.

Muddy knees have got me all aglow.

Muddy knees have sent me for a paper

To a newsagents near here I know.

This is a lingerie shop, sir Ibanez. We've got corsets, stockings, suspender belts, tights, bras, slips, petticoats, knickers, socks and garters. :whipgirl:

Good evening. I'd like to talk to you tonight about the place of the nude in my bed...um...in the history of my bed...of art, I'm sorry. The place of the nude in the history of tart...call-girl...I'm sorry I'll start again...Bum...oh, what a giveaway. The place of the nude in art... Oh, hello there father, er, confessor, professor, your honour, your grace ...

Fine, fine, fine, thank you. Fine, thank you. No more sherry for me don't you know. Warner House beat Badger House for the Second Cuppa, remarkable. We had to put most of the second form to sleep. No padre. Bad business. They were beginning to play with themselves.

Oh citizen, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening?

Well ... let's just ... take a ... look at this new film...clip.

I SEE THAT YOU HAVE A CABBAGE. :eh: IT CERTAINLY IS A LOVELY DAY ALL RIGHT.

Yes, they've done wonders with it. You know this used to be one of the most swampy disease infested areas of the whole jungle, and they've turned it into this smashing little restaurant.

Oh, er by the way - got a bit of a dirty fork, could you ... er.. get me another one?

Oh, we don't half talk posh Citizen, don't we? I suppose you say " ehnvelope" and "larngerie" and "sarndwiches on the settee." :nya nya:
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Why is it that these new lurex dancing tights go baggy at the knees after only a couple of evenings' fun. Bring back the old canvas ones I say.

Muddy knees have got me all aquiver.

Muddy knees have got me all aglow.

Muddy knees have sent me for a paper

To a newsagents near here I know.

This is a lingerie shop, sir Ibanez. We've got corsets, stockings, suspender belts, tights, bras, slips, petticoats, knickers, socks and garters. :whipgirl:

Good evening. I'd like to talk to you tonight about the place of the nude in my bed...um...in the history of my bed...of art, I'm sorry. The place of the nude in the history of tart...call-girl...I'm sorry I'll start again...Bum...oh, what a giveaway. The place of the nude in art... Oh, hello there father, er, confessor, professor, your honour, your grace ...

Fine, fine, fine, thank you. Fine, thank you. No more sherry for me don't you know. Warner House beat Badger House for the Second Cuppa, remarkable. We had to put most of the second form to sleep. No padre. Bad business. They were beginning to play with themselves.

Oh citizen, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening?

Well ... let's just ... take a ... look at this new film...clip.

I SEE THAT YOU HAVE A CABBAGE. :eh: IT CERTAINLY IS A LOVELY DAY ALL RIGHT.

Yes, they've done wonders with it. You know this used to be one of the most swampy disease infested areas of the whole jungle, and they've turned it into this smashing little restaurant.

Oh, er by the way - got a bit of a dirty fork, could you ... er.. get me another one?

Oh, we don't half talk posh Citizen, don't we? I suppose you say " ehnvelope" and "larngerie" and "sarndwiches on the settee." :nya nya:

'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.' Now get on the table!
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Why is it that these new lurex dancing tights go baggy at the knees after only a couple of evenings' fun. Bring back the old canvas ones I say.

Muddy knees have got me all aquiver.

Muddy knees have got me all aglow.

Muddy knees have sent me for a paper

To a newsagents near here I know.

This is a lingerie shop, sir Ibanez. We've got corsets, stockings, suspender belts, tights, bras, slips, petticoats, knickers, socks and garters. :whipgirl:

Good evening. I'd like to talk to you tonight about the place of the nude in my bed...um...in the history of my bed...of art, I'm sorry. The place of the nude in the history of tart...call-girl...I'm sorry I'll start again...Bum...oh, what a giveaway. The place of the nude in art... Oh, hello there father, er, confessor, professor, your honour, your grace ...

Fine, fine, fine, thank you. Fine, thank you. No more sherry for me don't you know. Warner House beat Badger House for the Second Cuppa, remarkable. We had to put most of the second form to sleep. No padre. Bad business. They were beginning to play with themselves.

Oh citizen, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening?

Well ... let's just ... take a ... look at this new film...clip.

I SEE THAT YOU HAVE A CABBAGE. :eh: IT CERTAINLY IS A LOVELY DAY ALL RIGHT.

Yes, they've done wonders with it. You know this used to be one of the most swampy disease infested areas of the whole jungle, and they've turned it into this smashing little restaurant.

Oh, er by the way - got a bit of a dirty fork, could you ... er.. get me another one?

Oh, we don't half talk posh Citizen, don't we? I suppose you say " ehnvelope" and "larngerie" and "sarndwiches on the settee." :nya nya:

'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.' Now get on the table!

No... you don't go as far as the table. You go into the room, right?... on your right is the door to the orangery, straight ahead of you is the door to the library, and to your left is the sideboard.
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Why is it that these new lurex dancing tights go baggy at the knees after only a couple of evenings' fun. Bring back the old canvas ones I say.

Muddy knees have got me all aquiver.

Muddy knees have got me all aglow.

Muddy knees have sent me for a paper

To a newsagents near here I know.

This is a lingerie shop, sir Ibanez. We've got corsets, stockings, suspender belts, tights, bras, slips, petticoats, knickers, socks and garters. :whipgirl:

Good evening. I'd like to talk to you tonight about the place of the nude in my bed...um...in the history of my bed...of art, I'm sorry. The place of the nude in the history of tart...call-girl...I'm sorry I'll start again...Bum...oh, what a giveaway. The place of the nude in art... Oh, hello there father, er, confessor, professor, your honour, your grace ...

Fine, fine, fine, thank you. Fine, thank you. No more sherry for me don't you know. Warner House beat Badger House for the Second Cuppa, remarkable. We had to put most of the second form to sleep. No padre. Bad business. They were beginning to play with themselves.

Oh citizen, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening?

Well ... let's just ... take a ... look at this new film...clip.

I SEE THAT YOU HAVE A CABBAGE. :eh: IT CERTAINLY IS A LOVELY DAY ALL RIGHT.

Yes, they've done wonders with it. You know this used to be one of the most swampy disease infested areas of the whole jungle, and they've turned it into this smashing little restaurant.

Oh, er by the way - got a bit of a dirty fork, could you ... er.. get me another one?

Oh, we don't half talk posh Citizen, don't we? I suppose you say " ehnvelope" and "larngerie" and "sarndwiches on the settee." :nya nya:

'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.' Now get on the table!

No... you don't go as far as the table. You go into the room, right?... on your right is the door to the orangery, straight ahead of you is the door to the library, and to your left is the sideboard.

Ibanez arrives in the entrance hall here, and is carried along the corridor on a conveyer belt in extreme comfort and past murals depicting Mediterranean scenes, towards the rotating knives. :scared:
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