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Leave us alone! Why don't you do a documentary about the drug problem in the "Food and Wine Aplenty" thread?

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool:
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Leave us alone! Why don't you do a documentary about the drug problem in the "Food and Wine Aplenty" thread?

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool:

Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day.
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Leave us alone! Why don't you do a documentary about the drug problem in the "Food and Wine Aplenty" thread?

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool:

Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day.

I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ...
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Leave us alone! Why don't you do a documentary about the drug problem in the "Food and Wine Aplenty" thread?

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool:

Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day.

I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ...

.. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England.
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Leave us alone! Why don't you do a documentary about the drug problem in the "Food and Wine Aplenty" thread?

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool:

Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day.

I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ...

.. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England.

I still can't see it. :huh:
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Leave us alone! Why don't you do a documentary about the drug problem in the "Food and Wine Aplenty" thread?

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool:

Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day.

I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ...

.. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England.

I still can't see it. :huh:

You inhabit arid sub-tropical zones and wear spectacles.
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Leave us alone! Why don't you do a documentary about the drug problem in the "Food and Wine Aplenty" thread?

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool:

Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day.

I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ...

.. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England.

I still can't see it. :huh:

You inhabit arid sub-tropical zones and wear spectacles.

That's it. blackhawkrush is in Africa. As many lions as we need.
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Leave us alone! Why don't you do a documentary about the drug problem in the "Food and Wine Aplenty" thread?

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool:

Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day.

I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ...

.. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England.

I still can't see it. :huh:

You inhabit arid sub-tropical zones and wear spectacles.

That's it. blackhawkrush is in Africa. As many lions as we need.

All right. Cut the haggling. I start at two thousand. We close about eighteen hundred.
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Leave us alone! Why don't you do a documentary about the drug problem in the "Food and Wine Aplenty" thread?

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool:

Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day.

I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ...

.. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England.

I still can't see it. :huh:

You inhabit arid sub-tropical zones and wear spectacles.

That's it. blackhawkrush is in Africa. As many lions as we need.

All right. Cut the haggling. I start at two thousand. We close about eighteen hundred.

no, make it fair, the briefcase and the umbrella and the two pens in your breast pocket and the chair's yours and a fiver and a pair of ex-German U-boat commander's binoculars.
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Leave us alone! Why don't you do a documentary about the drug problem in the "Food and Wine Aplenty" thread?

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool:

Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day.

I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ...

.. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England.

I still can't see it. :huh:

You inhabit arid sub-tropical zones and wear spectacles.

That's it. blackhawkrush is in Africa. As many lions as we need.

All right. Cut the haggling. I start at two thousand. We close about eighteen hundred.

no, make it fair, the briefcase and the umbrella and the two pens in your breast pocket and the chair's yours and a fiver and a pair of ex-German U-boat commander's binoculars.

The Second World War has now entered a sentimental stage. The morning on the Ardennes Front, the Germans started spooning at dawn, but the British Fifth Army responded by gazing deep in their eyes, and the Germans are reported to have gone 'all coy'.
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Leave us alone! Why don't you do a documentary about the drug problem in the "Food and Wine Aplenty" thread?

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool:

Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day.

I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ...

.. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England.

I still can't see it. :huh:

You inhabit arid sub-tropical zones and wear spectacles.

That's it. blackhawkrush is in Africa. As many lions as we need.

All right. Cut the haggling. I start at two thousand. We close about eighteen hundred.

no, make it fair, the briefcase and the umbrella and the two pens in your breast pocket and the chair's yours and a fiver and a pair of ex-German U-boat commander's binoculars.

The Second World War has now entered a sentimental stage. The morning on the Ardennes Front, the Germans started spooning at dawn, but the British Fifth Army responded by gazing deep in their eyes, and the Germans are reported to have gone 'all coy'.

Don't come the brigadier bit with us, dear, we all know where you've been, you military fairy. Whoops, don't look now girls the major's just minced in with that dolly colour sergeant, two, three, ooh-ho!
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Leave us alone! Why don't you do a documentary about the drug problem in the "Food and Wine Aplenty" thread?

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool:

Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day.

I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ...

.. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England.

I still can't see it. :huh:

You inhabit arid sub-tropical zones and wear spectacles.

That's it. blackhawkrush is in Africa. As many lions as we need.

All right. Cut the haggling. I start at two thousand. We close about eighteen hundred.

no, make it fair, the briefcase and the umbrella and the two pens in your breast pocket and the chair's yours and a fiver and a pair of ex-German U-boat commander's binoculars.

The Second World War has now entered a sentimental stage. The morning on the Ardennes Front, the Germans started spooning at dawn, but the British Fifth Army responded by gazing deep in their eyes, and the Germans are reported to have gone 'all coy'.

Don't come the brigadier bit with us, dear, we all know where you've been, you military fairy. Whoops, don't look now girls the major's just minced in with that dolly colour sergeant, two, three, ooh-ho!

And that's the final entry. La derniere entrée. Das final entry. And now, guten abend. Das scores. The scores. Les scores... :hug2: :hug2: :hug2:
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Leave us alone! Why don't you do a documentary about the drug problem in the "Food and Wine Aplenty" thread?

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool:

Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day.

I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ...

.. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England.

I still can't see it. :huh:

You inhabit arid sub-tropical zones and wear spectacles.

That's it. blackhawkrush is in Africa. As many lions as we need.

All right. Cut the haggling. I start at two thousand. We close about eighteen hundred.

no, make it fair, the briefcase and the umbrella and the two pens in your breast pocket and the chair's yours and a fiver and a pair of ex-German U-boat commander's binoculars.

The Second World War has now entered a sentimental stage. The morning on the Ardennes Front, the Germans started spooning at dawn, but the British Fifth Army responded by gazing deep in their eyes, and the Germans are reported to have gone 'all coy'.

Don't come the brigadier bit with us, dear, we all know where you've been, you military fairy. Whoops, don't look now girls the major's just minced in with that dolly colour sergeant, two, three, ooh-ho!

And that's the final entry. La derniere entrée. Das final entry. And now, guten abend. Das scores. The scores. Les scores... :hug2: :hug2: :hug2:

A tie! Well what a fantastic result. Well the replay will start tomorrow at 7.30 a.m.
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Leave us alone! Why don't you do a documentary about the drug problem in the "Food and Wine Aplenty" thread?

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool:

Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day.

I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ...

.. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England.

I still can't see it. :huh:

You inhabit arid sub-tropical zones and wear spectacles.

That's it. blackhawkrush is in Africa. As many lions as we need.

All right. Cut the haggling. I start at two thousand. We close about eighteen hundred.

no, make it fair, the briefcase and the umbrella and the two pens in your breast pocket and the chair's yours and a fiver and a pair of ex-German U-boat commander's binoculars.

The Second World War has now entered a sentimental stage. The morning on the Ardennes Front, the Germans started spooning at dawn, but the British Fifth Army responded by gazing deep in their eyes, and the Germans are reported to have gone 'all coy'.

Don't come the brigadier bit with us, dear, we all know where you've been, you military fairy. Whoops, don't look now girls the major's just minced in with that dolly colour sergeant, two, three, ooh-ho!

And that's the final entry. La derniere entrée. Das final entry. And now, guten abend. Das scores. The scores. Les scores... :hug2: :hug2: :hug2:

A tie! Well what a fantastic result. Well the replay will start tomorrow at 7.30 a.m.

Well ... "good morning dear, what is in no time to lose?" Edited by IbanezJem
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Leave us alone! Why don't you do a documentary about the drug problem in the "Food and Wine Aplenty" thread?

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool:

Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day.

I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ...

.. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England.

I still can't see it. :huh:

You inhabit arid sub-tropical zones and wear spectacles.

That's it. blackhawkrush is in Africa. As many lions as we need.

All right. Cut the haggling. I start at two thousand. We close about eighteen hundred.

no, make it fair, the briefcase and the umbrella and the two pens in your breast pocket and the chair's yours and a fiver and a pair of ex-German U-boat commander's binoculars.

The Second World War has now entered a sentimental stage. The morning on the Ardennes Front, the Germans started spooning at dawn, but the British Fifth Army responded by gazing deep in their eyes, and the Germans are reported to have gone 'all coy'.

Don't come the brigadier bit with us, dear, we all know where you've been, you military fairy. Whoops, don't look now girls the major's just minced in with that dolly colour sergeant, two, three, ooh-ho!

And that's the final entry. La derniere entrée. Das final entry. And now, guten abend. Das scores. The scores. Les scores... :hug2: :hug2: :hug2:

A tie! Well what a fantastic result. Well the replay will start tomorrow at 7.30 a.m.

Well ... "good morning dear, what is in no time to lose?"

Well, it's five past nine and nearly time for six past nine
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Leave us alone! Why don't you do a documentary about the drug problem in the "Food and Wine Aplenty" thread?

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool:

Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day.

I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ...

.. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England.

I still can't see it. :huh:

You inhabit arid sub-tropical zones and wear spectacles.

That's it. blackhawkrush is in Africa. As many lions as we need.

All right. Cut the haggling. I start at two thousand. We close about eighteen hundred.

no, make it fair, the briefcase and the umbrella and the two pens in your breast pocket and the chair's yours and a fiver and a pair of ex-German U-boat commander's binoculars.

The Second World War has now entered a sentimental stage. The morning on the Ardennes Front, the Germans started spooning at dawn, but the British Fifth Army responded by gazing deep in their eyes, and the Germans are reported to have gone 'all coy'.

Don't come the brigadier bit with us, dear, we all know where you've been, you military fairy. Whoops, don't look now girls the major's just minced in with that dolly colour sergeant, two, three, ooh-ho!

And that's the final entry. La derniere entrée. Das final entry. And now, guten abend. Das scores. The scores. Les scores... :hug2: :hug2: :hug2:

A tie! Well what a fantastic result. Well the replay will start tomorrow at 7.30 a.m.

Well ... "good morning dear, what is in no time to lose?"

Well, it's five past nine and nearly time for six past nine

Good Lord, is that the time? Oh my goodness, I must close for lunch! :burger: :drool: :burger:
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Leave us alone! Why don't you do a documentary about the drug problem in the "Food and Wine Aplenty" thread?

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool:

Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day.

I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ...

.. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England.

I still can't see it. :huh:

You inhabit arid sub-tropical zones and wear spectacles.

That's it. blackhawkrush is in Africa. As many lions as we need.

All right. Cut the haggling. I start at two thousand. We close about eighteen hundred.

no, make it fair, the briefcase and the umbrella and the two pens in your breast pocket and the chair's yours and a fiver and a pair of ex-German U-boat commander's binoculars.

The Second World War has now entered a sentimental stage. The morning on the Ardennes Front, the Germans started spooning at dawn, but the British Fifth Army responded by gazing deep in their eyes, and the Germans are reported to have gone 'all coy'.

Don't come the brigadier bit with us, dear, we all know where you've been, you military fairy. Whoops, don't look now girls the major's just minced in with that dolly colour sergeant, two, three, ooh-ho!

And that's the final entry. La derniere entrée. Das final entry. And now, guten abend. Das scores. The scores. Les scores... :hug2: :hug2: :hug2:

A tie! Well what a fantastic result. Well the replay will start tomorrow at 7.30 a.m.

Well ... "good morning dear, what is in no time to lose?"

Well, it's five past nine and nearly time for six past nine

Good Lord, is that the time? Oh my goodness, I must close for lunch! :burger: :drool: :burger:

Drop your panties, Sir blackhawkrush, I cannot wait till lunchtime. :moon: Edited by Citizen of the World
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Leave us alone! Why don't you do a documentary about the drug problem in the "Food and Wine Aplenty" thread?

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool:

Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day.

I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ...

.. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England.

I still can't see it. :huh:

You inhabit arid sub-tropical zones and wear spectacles.

That's it. blackhawkrush is in Africa. As many lions as we need.

All right. Cut the haggling. I start at two thousand. We close about eighteen hundred.

no, make it fair, the briefcase and the umbrella and the two pens in your breast pocket and the chair's yours and a fiver and a pair of ex-German U-boat commander's binoculars.

The Second World War has now entered a sentimental stage. The morning on the Ardennes Front, the Germans started spooning at dawn, but the British Fifth Army responded by gazing deep in their eyes, and the Germans are reported to have gone 'all coy'.

Don't come the brigadier bit with us, dear, we all know where you've been, you military fairy. Whoops, don't look now girls the major's just minced in with that dolly colour sergeant, two, three, ooh-ho!

And that's the final entry. La derniere entrée. Das final entry. And now, guten abend. Das scores. The scores. Les scores... :hug2: :hug2: :hug2:

A tie! Well what a fantastic result. Well the replay will start tomorrow at 7.30 a.m.

Well ... "good morning dear, what is in no time to lose?"

Well, it's five past nine and nearly time for six past nine

Good Lord, is that the time? Oh my goodness, I must close for lunch! :burger: :drool: :burger:

Drop your panties, Sir blackhawkrush, I cannot wait till lunchtime. :moon:

Who's got a boil on the bum... boil on the botty.
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Leave us alone! Why don't you do a documentary about the drug problem in the "Food and Wine Aplenty" thread?

However, what is more interesting, er...is the "New World Women's" er...sex life. :drool:

Oh oh... the glorious name of TRF is besmirched, all is lost. Oh alas the day.

I'm sorry, but IbanezJem has become pretentious. I will say in his defense that he has suffered ...

.. a stirring story of love and war, violence and chivalry, set midst the pageantry and splendour of thirteenth-century England.

I still can't see it. :huh:

You inhabit arid sub-tropical zones and wear spectacles.

That's it. blackhawkrush is in Africa. As many lions as we need.

All right. Cut the haggling. I start at two thousand. We close about eighteen hundred.

no, make it fair, the briefcase and the umbrella and the two pens in your breast pocket and the chair's yours and a fiver and a pair of ex-German U-boat commander's binoculars.

The Second World War has now entered a sentimental stage. The morning on the Ardennes Front, the Germans started spooning at dawn, but the British Fifth Army responded by gazing deep in their eyes, and the Germans are reported to have gone 'all coy'.

Don't come the brigadier bit with us, dear, we all know where you've been, you military fairy. Whoops, don't look now girls the major's just minced in with that dolly colour sergeant, two, three, ooh-ho!

And that's the final entry. La derniere entrée. Das final entry. And now, guten abend. Das scores. The scores. Les scores... :hug2: :hug2: :hug2:

A tie! Well what a fantastic result. Well the replay will start tomorrow at 7.30 a.m.

Well ... "good morning dear, what is in no time to lose?"

Well, it's five past nine and nearly time for six past nine

Good Lord, is that the time? Oh my goodness, I must close for lunch! :burger: :drool: :burger:

Drop your panties, Sir blackhawkrush, I cannot wait till lunchtime. :moon:

Who's got a boil on the bum... boil on the botty.

It's hot enough to boil a monkey's bum
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Yes, yes, the weather situation is generally favorable. There's a ridge of high pressure centered over Ireland, which is moving steadily eastward... :outtahere:

Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth (and more), he crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea, in 1653.
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Yes, yes, the weather situation is generally favorable. There's a ridge of high pressure centered over Ireland, which is moving steadily eastward... :outtahere:

Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth (and more), he crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea, in 1653.

But what do we really know of this tortured ponce? :huh:
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Yes, yes, the weather situation is generally favorable. There's a ridge of high pressure centered over Ireland, which is moving steadily eastward... :outtahere:

Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth (and more), he crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea, in 1653.

But what do we really know of this tortured ponce? :huh:

Yes, yes, the weather situation is generally favorable. There's a ridge of high pressure centered over Ireland, which is moving steadily eastward... :outtahere:

Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth (and more), he crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea, in 1653.

But what do we really know of this tortured ponce? :huh:

his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker
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Yes, yes, the weather situation is generally favorable. There's a ridge of high pressure centered over Ireland, which is moving steadily eastward... :outtahere:

Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth (and more), he crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea, in 1653.

But what do we really know of this tortured ponce? :huh:

Yes, yes, the weather situation is generally favorable. There's a ridge of high pressure centered over Ireland, which is moving steadily eastward... :outtahere:

Then he smashed Ireland, set up the Commonwealth (and more), he crushed the Scots at Worcester and beat the Dutch at sea, in 1653.

But what do we really know of this tortured ponce? :huh:

his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he's a stockbroker

What, that tree there? The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left. :hi:
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