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  1. It could be carried by an African swallow!

    Notice that they do not so much fly as...plummet.

    Oh, bugger... :bang bang: Right in the wing.

    Slaughtering a few of God's creatures - that was the life. Charging about the moorland, blasting their heads off. :wub:

    And so the Midianites went forth to Ram Gilead in Kadesh Bilgemath by Shor Ethra Regalion, to the house of Gash-Bil-Betheul-Bazda, he who brought the butter dish to Balshazar and the tent peg to the house of Rashomon, and there slew they the goats, yea, and placed they the bits in little pots. Here endeth the lesson.
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  2. If you want to watch her in something, stick to the Time Machine Tour intro video. She was pretty funny in that.

     

    She's the waitress - Guegalla or somethingorother? I thought she was very good.

    "It doesn't suck so bad this time, papa, no."

    Yeah, she was good in that...but she was no genius ;)

    Kugel. (That video had so much Yiddish humour in it one could plotz.) She was okay.

  3. I've looked up the concepts of songs/albums by Dream Theater, Coheed and Cambria, and Nightwish, and they're interesting, but I'm not interested enough to want to listen.

    ABBA is its own special brand of...something. Not horrible, but also not something I'd listen to unless it happened to be on the radio.

  4. Well we'll be leaving on January 22nd and taking the following routes. The A23s through Purleys down on the main roads near Purbrights avoiding Leatherheads and then taking the A231s entering Rottingdeans from the North

    And we apologize to viewers of "Njorl's Saga" who may be confused by some of the references to North Malden. :eyeroll:

    An island inhabited entirely by ex-international interviewers in pursuit of the impossible dream.

    Does it start with a goodnight kiss? :bitchslap:

    You don't have to go leaping straight for the clitoris like a bull at a gate.

    I can wait for you no longer. :hug2: You must be mine, utterly.

    I could, if I wanted, have sexual intercourse with you,...

    No, I would rather go back to calling you Mrs. S.C.U.M. :outtahere:

    Oh you're no fun anymore.

    Ah, yes. Try Mr. Barnard, room 12. :coy:

    I came here for an argument!

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  5. Here! Don't you start doing a documentary on us, young man. Why don't you do a documentary about the drug problem round in Random Samples.

    It doesn't say "Random Samples" to avoid embarrassing people, but you can smell 'em. :smoke:

    If I could walk that way, I wouldn't need aftershave. :outtahere:

    I'm not going to mince words with you. I'm going to offer you a Research Fellowship on the Anglo-French silly walk. :chickendance:

    Bonsoir - ici nous avons les diagrammes modernes d'un mouton anglo-français ... maintenant ... baa-aa, baa-aa...

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  6. Waiter, this conversation isn't very good. :(

    In the old days we used to find things to say, like 'pass the sugar'... or, 'that's my flannel', but in the last ten or fifteen years there just hasn't seemed to be anything to say :huh:

    Say no more, say no more :hug2: know whatahmean, nudge, nudge?

    You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks.

    I'll offer you a poke in the eye. :poke:

    And that's not all. Three fabulous new prizes have just been added, a four-month supply of interesting undergarments, a fully motorized pig, and a hand-painted scene of Arabian splendor, complete with silly walk.

    Well, there was no-one this year who reached the required standard, so it goes in my sack. And by an old rule of the forum, all the other silver trophies also go in my sack.

    Bloody silver. Won't have it in the house. :bitchslap: And those candlesticks you got us last week were only sixteen carats.

    Now, are you telling me that's not worth twenty shekels? Look at it. Feel the quality. That's none of your goat.

    I had to bring the goat, he's not well. I only hope he don't go on the carpet.

    Now if we lived in Rhodesia there'd be someone to mop that up for you.

    Well, it'll all fit in here - it's top-class excrement.

    Oh, dear. I have trodden in monsieur's bucket. :unsure:

    Lucky we didn't say anything about the dirty knife. :ph34r: :ph34r:

    Cut, cut, cut, blood, spurt, artery, murder, Hitchcock, Psycho... :rage:

    What're you gonna do, bleed on me?

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  7. Has anyone seen the movie Suck? It's about a struggling band that starts to get more recognition when one of the members becomes a vampire. Lifeson is in that movie, too.

    The border guard! I cracked up at "I used to be in a band. Rock on!"

  8. Waiter, this conversation isn't very good. :(

    In the old days we used to find things to say, like 'pass the sugar'... or, 'that's my flannel', but in the last ten or fifteen years there just hasn't seemed to be anything to say :huh:

    Say no more, say no more :hug2: know whatahmean, nudge, nudge?

    You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks.

    I'll offer you a poke in the eye. :poke:

    And that's not all. Three fabulous new prizes have just been added, a four-month supply of interesting undergarments, a fully motorized pig, and a hand-painted scene of Arabian splendor, complete with silly walk.

    Well, there was no-one this year who reached the required standard, so it goes in my sack. And by an old rule of the forum, all the other silver trophies also go in my sack.

    Bloody silver. Won't have it in the house. :bitchslap: And those candlesticks you got us last week were only sixteen carats.

    Now, are you telling me that's not worth twenty shekels? Look at it. Feel the quality. That's none of your goat.

    I had to bring the goat, he's not well. I only hope he don't go on the carpet.

    Now if we lived in Rhodesia there'd be someone to mop that up for you.

    Well, it'll all fit in here - it's top-class excrement.

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