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Well, there you are, dear Ibanez. Have a look there, anything you like. The boeuf en croute is fantastic. :hotdog:

No, no! It is a sign that we must think not of the things of the body, but of the face and head!

Hey, I've got a present for you two kids, Ibanez and Citizen, in that bag. :yay:

How about a nice vanilla sponge?

I don't care how excrementally runny it is. Hand it over with all speed.

No, on second thoughts, get them over here slowly, so they don't drop anything.

you ring Hounslow emergency, they'll be around here in a couple of days

Well, that's the mission - now here's the method. Citizen will lull the enemy into a false sense of security by giving them large quantities of money, a good home, and a steady job. Then, when they're upstairs with the wife, blackhawkrush will hurl himself at the secret documents, destroying them and himself.

I don't think there's a punchline scheduled, is there? Where are we? Page 439? No, page 440. Oh, here we are. Oh! Ha, ha, ha, very good. What a good punchline. :LOL:

It's not a proper sketch without a proper punchline. I mean I don't know much about anything, I'm stupid. I'm muggins. Nobody cares what I think. I'm always the one that has to do everything. Nobody cares about me. Well I'm going to have a lot of bloody babies and they can bloody well care about me.

Take IbanezJem into the Fetus Frightening room

Couldn't you have your balls cut off, Ibanez? You could have had them pulled off in an accident. :blink:

Oh, it's not as simple as that, blackhawkrush. 73 knows all! He'd see through such a cheap trick. What we do to ourselves, we do to him.

73 has held Bristols -- that's not a result, that's just a bit of gossip

...he`s got nicer legs than Hitler and bigger tits than Cher. Edited by IbanezJem
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Well, there you are, dear Ibanez. Have a look there, anything you like. The boeuf en croute is fantastic. :hotdog:

No, no! It is a sign that we must think not of the things of the body, but of the face and head!

Hey, I've got a present for you two kids, Ibanez and Citizen, in that bag. :yay:

How about a nice vanilla sponge?

I don't care how excrementally runny it is. Hand it over with all speed.

No, on second thoughts, get them over here slowly, so they don't drop anything.

you ring Hounslow emergency, they'll be around here in a couple of days

Well, that's the mission - now here's the method. Citizen will lull the enemy into a false sense of security by giving them large quantities of money, a good home, and a steady job. Then, when they're upstairs with the wife, blackhawkrush will hurl himself at the secret documents, destroying them and himself.

I don't think there's a punchline scheduled, is there? Where are we? Page 439? No, page 440. Oh, here we are. Oh! Ha, ha, ha, very good. What a good punchline. :LOL:

It's not a proper sketch without a proper punchline. I mean I don't know much about anything, I'm stupid. I'm muggins. Nobody cares what I think. I'm always the one that has to do everything. Nobody cares about me. Well I'm going to have a lot of bloody babies and they can bloody well care about me.

Take IbanezJem into the Fetus Frightening room

Couldn't you have your balls cut off, Ibanez? You could have had them pulled off in an accident. :blink:

Oh, it's not as simple as that, blackhawkrush. 73 knows all! He'd see through such a cheap trick. What we do to ourselves, we do to him.

73 has held Bristols -- that's not a result, that's just a bit of gossip

...he`s got nicer legs than Hitler and bigger tits than Cher.

Oh yes, certainly, yes indeed, I find the website delightful, and the posters most attentive and particularly the administrator with the great big knockers, and...
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Well, there you are, dear Ibanez. Have a look there, anything you like. The boeuf en croute is fantastic. :hotdog:

No, no! It is a sign that we must think not of the things of the body, but of the face and head!

Hey, I've got a present for you two kids, Ibanez and Citizen, in that bag. :yay:

How about a nice vanilla sponge?

I don't care how excrementally runny it is. Hand it over with all speed.

No, on second thoughts, get them over here slowly, so they don't drop anything.

you ring Hounslow emergency, they'll be around here in a couple of days

Well, that's the mission - now here's the method. Citizen will lull the enemy into a false sense of security by giving them large quantities of money, a good home, and a steady job. Then, when they're upstairs with the wife, blackhawkrush will hurl himself at the secret documents, destroying them and himself.

I don't think there's a punchline scheduled, is there? Where are we? Page 439? No, page 440. Oh, here we are. Oh! Ha, ha, ha, very good. What a good punchline. :LOL:

It's not a proper sketch without a proper punchline. I mean I don't know much about anything, I'm stupid. I'm muggins. Nobody cares what I think. I'm always the one that has to do everything. Nobody cares about me. Well I'm going to have a lot of bloody babies and they can bloody well care about me.

Take IbanezJem into the Fetus Frightening room

Couldn't you have your balls cut off, Ibanez? You could have had them pulled off in an accident. :blink:

Oh, it's not as simple as that, blackhawkrush. 73 knows all! He'd see through such a cheap trick. What we do to ourselves, we do to him.

73 has held Bristols -- that's not a result, that's just a bit of gossip

...he`s got nicer legs than Hitler and bigger tits than Cher.

Oh yes, certainly, yes indeed, I find the website delightful, and the posters most attentive and particularly the administrator with the great big knockers, and...

...Constable Clitoris and I are from the hygiene squad, and we'd like to have a word with you about your box of chocolates entitled the 'Whizzo Quality Assortment'.
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Well, there you are, dear Ibanez. Have a look there, anything you like. The boeuf en croute is fantastic. :hotdog:

No, no! It is a sign that we must think not of the things of the body, but of the face and head!

Hey, I've got a present for you two kids, Ibanez and Citizen, in that bag. :yay:

How about a nice vanilla sponge?

I don't care how excrementally runny it is. Hand it over with all speed.

No, on second thoughts, get them over here slowly, so they don't drop anything.

you ring Hounslow emergency, they'll be around here in a couple of days

Well, that's the mission - now here's the method. Citizen will lull the enemy into a false sense of security by giving them large quantities of money, a good home, and a steady job. Then, when they're upstairs with the wife, blackhawkrush will hurl himself at the secret documents, destroying them and himself.

I don't think there's a punchline scheduled, is there? Where are we? Page 439? No, page 440. Oh, here we are. Oh! Ha, ha, ha, very good. What a good punchline. :LOL:

It's not a proper sketch without a proper punchline. I mean I don't know much about anything, I'm stupid. I'm muggins. Nobody cares what I think. I'm always the one that has to do everything. Nobody cares about me. Well I'm going to have a lot of bloody babies and they can bloody well care about me.

Take IbanezJem into the Fetus Frightening room

Couldn't you have your balls cut off, Ibanez? You could have had them pulled off in an accident. :blink:

Oh, it's not as simple as that, blackhawkrush. 73 knows all! He'd see through such a cheap trick. What we do to ourselves, we do to him.

73 has held Bristols -- that's not a result, that's just a bit of gossip

...he`s got nicer legs than Hitler and bigger tits than Cher.

Oh yes, certainly, yes indeed, I find the website delightful, and the posters most attentive and particularly the administrator with the great big knockers, and...

...Constable Clitoris and I are from the hygiene squad, and we'd like to have a word with you about your box of chocolates entitled the 'Whizzo Quality Assortment'.

Gorn...just like the word, it gives me confidence. :ebert: Gorn, it's got a sort of woody quality about it.
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Well, there you are, dear Ibanez. Have a look there, anything you like. The boeuf en croute is fantastic. :hotdog:

No, no! It is a sign that we must think not of the things of the body, but of the face and head!

Hey, I've got a present for you two kids, Ibanez and Citizen, in that bag. :yay:

How about a nice vanilla sponge?

I don't care how excrementally runny it is. Hand it over with all speed.

No, on second thoughts, get them over here slowly, so they don't drop anything.

you ring Hounslow emergency, they'll be around here in a couple of days

Well, that's the mission - now here's the method. Citizen will lull the enemy into a false sense of security by giving them large quantities of money, a good home, and a steady job. Then, when they're upstairs with the wife, blackhawkrush will hurl himself at the secret documents, destroying them and himself.

I don't think there's a punchline scheduled, is there? Where are we? Page 439? No, page 440. Oh, here we are. Oh! Ha, ha, ha, very good. What a good punchline. :LOL:

It's not a proper sketch without a proper punchline. I mean I don't know much about anything, I'm stupid. I'm muggins. Nobody cares what I think. I'm always the one that has to do everything. Nobody cares about me. Well I'm going to have a lot of bloody babies and they can bloody well care about me.

Take IbanezJem into the Fetus Frightening room

Couldn't you have your balls cut off, Ibanez? You could have had them pulled off in an accident. :blink:

Oh, it's not as simple as that, blackhawkrush. 73 knows all! He'd see through such a cheap trick. What we do to ourselves, we do to him.

73 has held Bristols -- that's not a result, that's just a bit of gossip

...he`s got nicer legs than Hitler and bigger tits than Cher.

Oh yes, certainly, yes indeed, I find the website delightful, and the posters most attentive and particularly the administrator with the great big knockers, and...

...Constable Clitoris and I are from the hygiene squad, and we'd like to have a word with you about your box of chocolates entitled the 'Whizzo Quality Assortment'.

Gorn...just like the word, it gives me confidence. :ebert: Gorn, it's got a sort of woody quality about it.

If... blackhawkrush... weighs the same as a duck... he`s made of wood!
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Well, there you are, dear Ibanez. Have a look there, anything you like. The boeuf en croute is fantastic. :hotdog:

No, no! It is a sign that we must think not of the things of the body, but of the face and head!

Hey, I've got a present for you two kids, Ibanez and Citizen, in that bag. :yay:

How about a nice vanilla sponge?

I don't care how excrementally runny it is. Hand it over with all speed.

No, on second thoughts, get them over here slowly, so they don't drop anything.

you ring Hounslow emergency, they'll be around here in a couple of days

Well, that's the mission - now here's the method. Citizen will lull the enemy into a false sense of security by giving them large quantities of money, a good home, and a steady job. Then, when they're upstairs with the wife, blackhawkrush will hurl himself at the secret documents, destroying them and himself.

I don't think there's a punchline scheduled, is there? Where are we? Page 439? No, page 440. Oh, here we are. Oh! Ha, ha, ha, very good. What a good punchline. :LOL:

It's not a proper sketch without a proper punchline. I mean I don't know much about anything, I'm stupid. I'm muggins. Nobody cares what I think. I'm always the one that has to do everything. Nobody cares about me. Well I'm going to have a lot of bloody babies and they can bloody well care about me.

Take IbanezJem into the Fetus Frightening room

Couldn't you have your balls cut off, Ibanez? You could have had them pulled off in an accident. :blink:

Oh, it's not as simple as that, blackhawkrush. 73 knows all! He'd see through such a cheap trick. What we do to ourselves, we do to him.

73 has held Bristols -- that's not a result, that's just a bit of gossip

...he`s got nicer legs than Hitler and bigger tits than Cher.

Oh yes, certainly, yes indeed, I find the website delightful, and the posters most attentive and particularly the administrator with the great big knockers, and...

...Constable Clitoris and I are from the hygiene squad, and we'd like to have a word with you about your box of chocolates entitled the 'Whizzo Quality Assortment'.

Gorn...just like the word, it gives me confidence. :ebert: Gorn, it's got a sort of woody quality about it.

If... blackhawkrush... weighs the same as a duck... he`s made of wood!

Well that's, er, very interesting, because, er, I am, in fact, made entirely of wood.
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My name is Smoke-Too-Much. Mr. Smoke-Too-Much. :outtahere:

...and through the smoke I can see... yes... I can see the tympanist, one of Britian's best, has lashed himself and a Japanese friend to the kettle drum and is rolling off the stage.
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My name is Smoke-Too-Much. Mr. Smoke-Too-Much. :outtahere:

...and through the smoke I can see... yes... I can see the tympanist, one of Britian's best, has lashed himself and a Japanese friend to the kettle drum and is rolling off the stage.

he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor
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My name is Smoke-Too-Much. Mr. Smoke-Too-Much. :outtahere:

...and through the smoke I can see... yes... I can see the tympanist, one of Britian's best, has lashed himself and a Japanese friend to the kettle drum and is rolling off the stage.

he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor

It was a very very bad thing to have done and I'm really very ashamed of myself. I can only say it won't happen again.
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My name is Smoke-Too-Much. Mr. Smoke-Too-Much. :outtahere:

...and through the smoke I can see... yes... I can see the tympanist, one of Britian's best, has lashed himself and a Japanese friend to the kettle drum and is rolling off the stage.

he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor

It was a very very bad thing to have done and I'm really very ashamed of myself. I can only say it won't happen again.

He must have died while carving it. :crazy: Well, that's what's carved in the thread.
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My name is Smoke-Too-Much. Mr. Smoke-Too-Much. :outtahere:

...and through the smoke I can see... yes... I can see the tympanist, one of Britian's best, has lashed himself and a Japanese friend to the kettle drum and is rolling off the stage.

he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor

It was a very very bad thing to have done and I'm really very ashamed of myself. I can only say it won't happen again.

He must have died while carving it. :crazy: Well, that's what's carved in the thread.

Dear TRF, When I was at school, I was beaten regularly every thirty minutes, and it never did me any harm - except for psychological maladjustment and blurred vision. Yours truly, Flight Lieutenant Ibanez Jem (Mrs).
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My name is Smoke-Too-Much. Mr. Smoke-Too-Much. :outtahere:

...and through the smoke I can see... yes... I can see the tympanist, one of Britian's best, has lashed himself and a Japanese friend to the kettle drum and is rolling off the stage.

he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor

It was a very very bad thing to have done and I'm really very ashamed of myself. I can only say it won't happen again.

He must have died while carving it. :crazy: Well, that's what's carved in the thread.

Dear TRF, When I was at school, I was beaten regularly every thirty minutes, and it never did me any harm - except for psychological maladjustment and blurred vision. Yours truly, Flight Lieutenant Ibanez Jem (Mrs).

Dear Sir, I object strongly to the letters on your website. They are clearly not written by the general public and are merely included for a cheap laugh. Yours sincerely etc., Citizen Knickers
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My name is Smoke-Too-Much. Mr. Smoke-Too-Much. :outtahere:

...and through the smoke I can see... yes... I can see the tympanist, one of Britian's best, has lashed himself and a Japanese friend to the kettle drum and is rolling off the stage.

he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor

It was a very very bad thing to have done and I'm really very ashamed of myself. I can only say it won't happen again.

He must have died while carving it. :crazy: Well, that's what's carved in the thread.

Dear TRF, When I was at school, I was beaten regularly every thirty minutes, and it never did me any harm - except for psychological maladjustment and blurred vision. Yours truly, Flight Lieutenant Ibanez Jem (Mrs).

Dear Sir, I object strongly to the letters on your website. They are clearly not written by the general public and are merely included for a cheap laugh. Yours sincerely etc., Citizen Knickers

Dear Sir, I object to being objected to by the last letter, before my drift has become apparent. I spent many years in India during the last war and am now a part-time notice board in a prominent public school. Yours etc., Brigadier Ibanez La Rue (deceased). PS. Aaaghhh!
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My name is Smoke-Too-Much. Mr. Smoke-Too-Much. :outtahere:

...and through the smoke I can see... yes... I can see the tympanist, one of Britian's best, has lashed himself and a Japanese friend to the kettle drum and is rolling off the stage.

he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor

It was a very very bad thing to have done and I'm really very ashamed of myself. I can only say it won't happen again.

He must have died while carving it. :crazy: Well, that's what's carved in the thread.

Dear TRF, When I was at school, I was beaten regularly every thirty minutes, and it never did me any harm - except for psychological maladjustment and blurred vision. Yours truly, Flight Lieutenant Ibanez Jem (Mrs).

Dear Sir, I object strongly to the letters on your website. They are clearly not written by the general public and are merely included for a cheap laugh. Yours sincerely etc., Citizen Knickers

Dear Sir, I object to being objected to by the last letter, before my drift has become apparent. I spent many years in India during the last war and am now a part-time notice board in a prominent public school. Yours etc., Brigadier Ibanez La Rue (deceased). PS. Aaaghhh!

Better. Better. But 'waaaaaghh'! 'Waaaagh'! Hold your hands here ...
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My name is Smoke-Too-Much. Mr. Smoke-Too-Much. :outtahere:

...and through the smoke I can see... yes... I can see the tympanist, one of Britian's best, has lashed himself and a Japanese friend to the kettle drum and is rolling off the stage.

he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor

It was a very very bad thing to have done and I'm really very ashamed of myself. I can only say it won't happen again.

He must have died while carving it. :crazy: Well, that's what's carved in the thread.

Dear TRF, When I was at school, I was beaten regularly every thirty minutes, and it never did me any harm - except for psychological maladjustment and blurred vision. Yours truly, Flight Lieutenant Ibanez Jem (Mrs).

Dear Sir, I object strongly to the letters on your website. They are clearly not written by the general public and are merely included for a cheap laugh. Yours sincerely etc., Citizen Knickers

Dear Sir, I object to being objected to by the last letter, before my drift has become apparent. I spent many years in India during the last war and am now a part-time notice board in a prominent public school. Yours etc., Brigadier Ibanez La Rue (deceased). PS. Aaaghhh!

Better. Better. But 'waaaaaghh'! 'Waaaagh'! Hold your hands here ...

What? It's acting innit? Well, I'm a plumber. :hug2: I can't act.
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My name is Smoke-Too-Much. Mr. Smoke-Too-Much. :outtahere:

...and through the smoke I can see... yes... I can see the tympanist, one of Britian's best, has lashed himself and a Japanese friend to the kettle drum and is rolling off the stage.

he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor

It was a very very bad thing to have done and I'm really very ashamed of myself. I can only say it won't happen again.

He must have died while carving it. :crazy: Well, that's what's carved in the thread.

Dear TRF, When I was at school, I was beaten regularly every thirty minutes, and it never did me any harm - except for psychological maladjustment and blurred vision. Yours truly, Flight Lieutenant Ibanez Jem (Mrs).

Dear Sir, I object strongly to the letters on your website. They are clearly not written by the general public and are merely included for a cheap laugh. Yours sincerely etc., Citizen Knickers

Dear Sir, I object to being objected to by the last letter, before my drift has become apparent. I spent many years in India during the last war and am now a part-time notice board in a prominent public school. Yours etc., Brigadier Ibanez La Rue (deceased). PS. Aaaghhh!

Better. Better. But 'waaaaaghh'! 'Waaaagh'! Hold your hands here ...

What? It's acting innit? Well, I'm a plumber. :hug2: I can't act.

Oh, you never know till you try. Look at Mrs Citizen's son next door. He was mending the fridge when they came and asked him to be The Wild One. What do they want you to do?
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My name is Smoke-Too-Much. Mr. Smoke-Too-Much. :outtahere:

...and through the smoke I can see... yes... I can see the tympanist, one of Britian's best, has lashed himself and a Japanese friend to the kettle drum and is rolling off the stage.

he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor

It was a very very bad thing to have done and I'm really very ashamed of myself. I can only say it won't happen again.

He must have died while carving it. :crazy: Well, that's what's carved in the thread.

Dear TRF, When I was at school, I was beaten regularly every thirty minutes, and it never did me any harm - except for psychological maladjustment and blurred vision. Yours truly, Flight Lieutenant Ibanez Jem (Mrs).

Dear Sir, I object strongly to the letters on your website. They are clearly not written by the general public and are merely included for a cheap laugh. Yours sincerely etc., Citizen Knickers

Dear Sir, I object to being objected to by the last letter, before my drift has become apparent. I spent many years in India during the last war and am now a part-time notice board in a prominent public school. Yours etc., Brigadier Ibanez La Rue (deceased). PS. Aaaghhh!

Better. Better. But 'waaaaaghh'! 'Waaaagh'! Hold your hands here ...

What? It's acting innit? Well, I'm a plumber. :hug2: I can't act.

Oh, you never know till you try. Look at Mrs Citizen's son next door. He was mending the fridge when they came and asked him to be The Wild One. What do they want you to do?

You will be playing the part of Montague the forceful yet bitter disillusioned and zany Marxist tycoon in this new play by a very good bearded playwright. Other great British and Welsh actors will be playing only minor roles.
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My name is Smoke-Too-Much. Mr. Smoke-Too-Much. :outtahere:

...and through the smoke I can see... yes... I can see the tympanist, one of Britian's best, has lashed himself and a Japanese friend to the kettle drum and is rolling off the stage.

he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor

It was a very very bad thing to have done and I'm really very ashamed of myself. I can only say it won't happen again.

He must have died while carving it. :crazy: Well, that's what's carved in the thread.

Dear TRF, When I was at school, I was beaten regularly every thirty minutes, and it never did me any harm - except for psychological maladjustment and blurred vision. Yours truly, Flight Lieutenant Ibanez Jem (Mrs).

Dear Sir, I object strongly to the letters on your website. They are clearly not written by the general public and are merely included for a cheap laugh. Yours sincerely etc., Citizen Knickers

Dear Sir, I object to being objected to by the last letter, before my drift has become apparent. I spent many years in India during the last war and am now a part-time notice board in a prominent public school. Yours etc., Brigadier Ibanez La Rue (deceased). PS. Aaaghhh!

Better. Better. But 'waaaaaghh'! 'Waaaagh'! Hold your hands here ...

What? It's acting innit? Well, I'm a plumber. :hug2: I can't act.

Oh, you never know till you try. Look at Mrs Citizen's son next door. He was mending the fridge when they came and asked him to be The Wild One. What do they want you to do?

You will be playing the part of Montague the forceful yet bitter disillusioned and zany Marxist tycoon in this new play by a very good bearded playwright. Other great British and Welsh actors will be playing only minor roles.

Back in Cardiff, I relived my triumph as Sancho Panza in 'Man of La Mancha' which the Bristol Evening Post described as 'a glittering performance of rare perception', although the Bath Chronicle was less than enthusiastic. In fact it gave me a right panning...
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My name is Smoke-Too-Much. Mr. Smoke-Too-Much. :outtahere:

...and through the smoke I can see... yes... I can see the tympanist, one of Britian's best, has lashed himself and a Japanese friend to the kettle drum and is rolling off the stage.

he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor

It was a very very bad thing to have done and I'm really very ashamed of myself. I can only say it won't happen again.

He must have died while carving it. :crazy: Well, that's what's carved in the thread.

Dear TRF, When I was at school, I was beaten regularly every thirty minutes, and it never did me any harm - except for psychological maladjustment and blurred vision. Yours truly, Flight Lieutenant Ibanez Jem (Mrs).

Dear Sir, I object strongly to the letters on your website. They are clearly not written by the general public and are merely included for a cheap laugh. Yours sincerely etc., Citizen Knickers

Dear Sir, I object to being objected to by the last letter, before my drift has become apparent. I spent many years in India during the last war and am now a part-time notice board in a prominent public school. Yours etc., Brigadier Ibanez La Rue (deceased). PS. Aaaghhh!

Better. Better. But 'waaaaaghh'! 'Waaaagh'! Hold your hands here ...

What? It's acting innit? Well, I'm a plumber. :hug2: I can't act.

Oh, you never know till you try. Look at Mrs Citizen's son next door. He was mending the fridge when they came and asked him to be The Wild One. What do they want you to do?

You will be playing the part of Montague the forceful yet bitter disillusioned and zany Marxist tycoon in this new play by a very good bearded playwright. Other great British and Welsh actors will be playing only minor roles.

Back in Cardiff, I relived my triumph as Sancho Panza in 'Man of La Mancha' which the Bristol Evening Post described as 'a glittering performance of rare perception', although the Bath Chronicle was less than enthusiastic. In fact it gave me a right panning...

It's dull. Dull. Dull. My God it's dull, it's so desperately dull and tedious and stuffy and boring and des-per-ate-ly DULL
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My name is Smoke-Too-Much. Mr. Smoke-Too-Much. :outtahere:

...and through the smoke I can see... yes... I can see the tympanist, one of Britian's best, has lashed himself and a Japanese friend to the kettle drum and is rolling off the stage.

he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor

It was a very very bad thing to have done and I'm really very ashamed of myself. I can only say it won't happen again.

He must have died while carving it. :crazy: Well, that's what's carved in the thread.

Dear TRF, When I was at school, I was beaten regularly every thirty minutes, and it never did me any harm - except for psychological maladjustment and blurred vision. Yours truly, Flight Lieutenant Ibanez Jem (Mrs).

Dear Sir, I object strongly to the letters on your website. They are clearly not written by the general public and are merely included for a cheap laugh. Yours sincerely etc., Citizen Knickers

Dear Sir, I object to being objected to by the last letter, before my drift has become apparent. I spent many years in India during the last war and am now a part-time notice board in a prominent public school. Yours etc., Brigadier Ibanez La Rue (deceased). PS. Aaaghhh!

Better. Better. But 'waaaaaghh'! 'Waaaagh'! Hold your hands here ...

What? It's acting innit? Well, I'm a plumber. :hug2: I can't act.

Oh, you never know till you try. Look at Mrs Citizen's son next door. He was mending the fridge when they came and asked him to be The Wild One. What do they want you to do?

You will be playing the part of Montague the forceful yet bitter disillusioned and zany Marxist tycoon in this new play by a very good bearded playwright. Other great British and Welsh actors will be playing only minor roles.

Back in Cardiff, I relived my triumph as Sancho Panza in 'Man of La Mancha' which the Bristol Evening Post described as 'a glittering performance of rare perception', although the Bath Chronicle was less than enthusiastic. In fact it gave me a right panning...

It's dull. Dull. Dull. My God it's dull, it's so desperately dull and tedious and stuffy and boring and des-per-ate-ly DULL

Well I mean, when I joined TRF I thought I'd get a few decent lines but you end up doing the whole thing. I wouldn't give my lines to a dog.
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My name is Smoke-Too-Much. Mr. Smoke-Too-Much. :outtahere:

...and through the smoke I can see... yes... I can see the tympanist, one of Britian's best, has lashed himself and a Japanese friend to the kettle drum and is rolling off the stage.

he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor

It was a very very bad thing to have done and I'm really very ashamed of myself. I can only say it won't happen again.

He must have died while carving it. :crazy: Well, that's what's carved in the thread.

Dear TRF, When I was at school, I was beaten regularly every thirty minutes, and it never did me any harm - except for psychological maladjustment and blurred vision. Yours truly, Flight Lieutenant Ibanez Jem (Mrs).

Dear Sir, I object strongly to the letters on your website. They are clearly not written by the general public and are merely included for a cheap laugh. Yours sincerely etc., Citizen Knickers

Dear Sir, I object to being objected to by the last letter, before my drift has become apparent. I spent many years in India during the last war and am now a part-time notice board in a prominent public school. Yours etc., Brigadier Ibanez La Rue (deceased). PS. Aaaghhh!

Better. Better. But 'waaaaaghh'! 'Waaaagh'! Hold your hands here ...

What? It's acting innit? Well, I'm a plumber. :hug2: I can't act.

Oh, you never know till you try. Look at Mrs Citizen's son next door. He was mending the fridge when they came and asked him to be The Wild One. What do they want you to do?

You will be playing the part of Montague the forceful yet bitter disillusioned and zany Marxist tycoon in this new play by a very good bearded playwright. Other great British and Welsh actors will be playing only minor roles.

Back in Cardiff, I relived my triumph as Sancho Panza in 'Man of La Mancha' which the Bristol Evening Post described as 'a glittering performance of rare perception', although the Bath Chronicle was less than enthusiastic. In fact it gave me a right panning...

It's dull. Dull. Dull. My God it's dull, it's so desperately dull and tedious and stuffy and boring and des-per-ate-ly DULL

Well I mean, when I joined TRF I thought I'd get a few decent lines but you end up doing the whole thing. I wouldn't give my lines to a dog.

No, the whole premise is silly and it's very badly written. I'm the oldest Rush fan here and I haven't had a funny line yet. So I'm stopping it.
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My name is Smoke-Too-Much. Mr. Smoke-Too-Much. :outtahere:

...and through the smoke I can see... yes... I can see the tympanist, one of Britian's best, has lashed himself and a Japanese friend to the kettle drum and is rolling off the stage.

he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor

It was a very very bad thing to have done and I'm really very ashamed of myself. I can only say it won't happen again.

He must have died while carving it. :crazy: Well, that's what's carved in the thread.

Dear TRF, When I was at school, I was beaten regularly every thirty minutes, and it never did me any harm - except for psychological maladjustment and blurred vision. Yours truly, Flight Lieutenant Ibanez Jem (Mrs).

Dear Sir, I object strongly to the letters on your website. They are clearly not written by the general public and are merely included for a cheap laugh. Yours sincerely etc., Citizen Knickers

Dear Sir, I object to being objected to by the last letter, before my drift has become apparent. I spent many years in India during the last war and am now a part-time notice board in a prominent public school. Yours etc., Brigadier Ibanez La Rue (deceased). PS. Aaaghhh!

Better. Better. But 'waaaaaghh'! 'Waaaagh'! Hold your hands here ...

What? It's acting innit? Well, I'm a plumber. :hug2: I can't act.

Oh, you never know till you try. Look at Mrs Citizen's son next door. He was mending the fridge when they came and asked him to be The Wild One. What do they want you to do?

You will be playing the part of Montague the forceful yet bitter disillusioned and zany Marxist tycoon in this new play by a very good bearded playwright. Other great British and Welsh actors will be playing only minor roles.

Back in Cardiff, I relived my triumph as Sancho Panza in 'Man of La Mancha' which the Bristol Evening Post described as 'a glittering performance of rare perception', although the Bath Chronicle was less than enthusiastic. In fact it gave me a right panning...

It's dull. Dull. Dull. My God it's dull, it's so desperately dull and tedious and stuffy and boring and des-per-ate-ly DULL

Well I mean, when I joined TRF I thought I'd get a few decent lines but you end up doing the whole thing. I wouldn't give my lines to a dog.

No, the whole premise is silly and it's very badly written. I'm the oldest Rush fan here and I haven't had a funny line yet. So I'm stopping it.

Don't you shout at me, madam Citizen, don't come that tone. Now then, I must ask you to accompany me down to the dairy and do some aptitude tests.
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My name is Smoke-Too-Much. Mr. Smoke-Too-Much. :outtahere:

...and through the smoke I can see... yes... I can see the tympanist, one of Britian's best, has lashed himself and a Japanese friend to the kettle drum and is rolling off the stage.

he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor

It was a very very bad thing to have done and I'm really very ashamed of myself. I can only say it won't happen again.

He must have died while carving it. :crazy: Well, that's what's carved in the thread.

Dear TRF, When I was at school, I was beaten regularly every thirty minutes, and it never did me any harm - except for psychological maladjustment and blurred vision. Yours truly, Flight Lieutenant Ibanez Jem (Mrs).

Dear Sir, I object strongly to the letters on your website. They are clearly not written by the general public and are merely included for a cheap laugh. Yours sincerely etc., Citizen Knickers

Dear Sir, I object to being objected to by the last letter, before my drift has become apparent. I spent many years in India during the last war and am now a part-time notice board in a prominent public school. Yours etc., Brigadier Ibanez La Rue (deceased). PS. Aaaghhh!

Better. Better. But 'waaaaaghh'! 'Waaaagh'! Hold your hands here ...

What? It's acting innit? Well, I'm a plumber. :hug2: I can't act.

Oh, you never know till you try. Look at Mrs Citizen's son next door. He was mending the fridge when they came and asked him to be The Wild One. What do they want you to do?

You will be playing the part of Montague the forceful yet bitter disillusioned and zany Marxist tycoon in this new play by a very good bearded playwright. Other great British and Welsh actors will be playing only minor roles.

Back in Cardiff, I relived my triumph as Sancho Panza in 'Man of La Mancha' which the Bristol Evening Post described as 'a glittering performance of rare perception', although the Bath Chronicle was less than enthusiastic. In fact it gave me a right panning...

It's dull. Dull. Dull. My God it's dull, it's so desperately dull and tedious and stuffy and boring and des-per-ate-ly DULL

Well I mean, when I joined TRF I thought I'd get a few decent lines but you end up doing the whole thing. I wouldn't give my lines to a dog.

No, the whole premise is silly and it's very badly written. I'm the oldest Rush fan here and I haven't had a funny line yet. So I'm stopping it.

Don't you shout at me, madam Citizen, don't come that tone. Now then, I must ask you to accompany me down to the dairy and do some aptitude tests.

You two bloody fighting again? Break it up or I'll put this pick through your heads. :poke:
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My name is Smoke-Too-Much. Mr. Smoke-Too-Much. :outtahere:

...and through the smoke I can see... yes... I can see the tympanist, one of Britian's best, has lashed himself and a Japanese friend to the kettle drum and is rolling off the stage.

he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. He's got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he's let down the Emperor

It was a very very bad thing to have done and I'm really very ashamed of myself. I can only say it won't happen again.

He must have died while carving it. :crazy: Well, that's what's carved in the thread.

Dear TRF, When I was at school, I was beaten regularly every thirty minutes, and it never did me any harm - except for psychological maladjustment and blurred vision. Yours truly, Flight Lieutenant Ibanez Jem (Mrs).

Dear Sir, I object strongly to the letters on your website. They are clearly not written by the general public and are merely included for a cheap laugh. Yours sincerely etc., Citizen Knickers

Dear Sir, I object to being objected to by the last letter, before my drift has become apparent. I spent many years in India during the last war and am now a part-time notice board in a prominent public school. Yours etc., Brigadier Ibanez La Rue (deceased). PS. Aaaghhh!

Better. Better. But 'waaaaaghh'! 'Waaaagh'! Hold your hands here ...

What? It's acting innit? Well, I'm a plumber. :hug2: I can't act.

Oh, you never know till you try. Look at Mrs Citizen's son next door. He was mending the fridge when they came and asked him to be The Wild One. What do they want you to do?

You will be playing the part of Montague the forceful yet bitter disillusioned and zany Marxist tycoon in this new play by a very good bearded playwright. Other great British and Welsh actors will be playing only minor roles.

Back in Cardiff, I relived my triumph as Sancho Panza in 'Man of La Mancha' which the Bristol Evening Post described as 'a glittering performance of rare perception', although the Bath Chronicle was less than enthusiastic. In fact it gave me a right panning...

It's dull. Dull. Dull. My God it's dull, it's so desperately dull and tedious and stuffy and boring and des-per-ate-ly DULL

Well I mean, when I joined TRF I thought I'd get a few decent lines but you end up doing the whole thing. I wouldn't give my lines to a dog.

No, the whole premise is silly and it's very badly written. I'm the oldest Rush fan here and I haven't had a funny line yet. So I'm stopping it.

Don't you shout at me, madam Citizen, don't come that tone. Now then, I must ask you to accompany me down to the dairy and do some aptitude tests.

You two bloody fighting again? Break it up or I'll put this pick through your heads. :poke:

The way he kept fighting after his head came off!
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