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Okay. Uh, legs up! Doctor, come in. Come on in, all of you. That's it. Jolly good.

I am now extremely hopeful that Ron will break the world record for remaining underground. :rose: Yes... yes... it's just it's so goddamn painful in here... what's the problem? Gentlemen! I have bad news. This room is surrounded by film. :scared: Unfortunately, we're not allowed to show you some of the performance that won them an award, but I assure you it was of the very highest standard, was it not, Lady Organs? So anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford :chickendance: on what he earns. I mean, for a start, the feathers get up your nose. Yes. To be absolutely blunt you're worried about your enormous hooter. And now a film about a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose. Oh Simon, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening? :cheerleader: You're always on about it... morning, noon, and night. 'Will 73 like this?' 'Will Your_Lion like that?' 'Is it too big?' 'Is it too small?' Please excuse my wife, she may not be very beautiful, and she may have no money, and she may be a little talentless, boring and dull, but on the other hand ... ... sorry I can't think of anything. Oh, I did get on well with Madam Your_Lion. We were like that. :hug2: Cut all her bits off. Send 'em back on the hour every hour. Show them we're not to be trifled with. Number sixteen. The hand. Number nineteen. The nose. Number twenty-two. The nipple. Number twenty-seven. More naughty bits. Number thirty-one. The end. :moon: TRF would like to apologize for the poor quality of the writing in this thread. It is not TRF policy to get easy laughs with words like bum, knickers, botty or wee-wees. :lol: Ssssh! All wight. I will give you one more chance. This time, I want to hear no 'Weuben's, no 'Weginald's, no 'Wudolph the Wed-nosed Weindeer's,... I am Roger the Shrubberer. :hi: He runs the Dinky Tinky shop in the foot of the magic oak tree by the wobbly dumdum bush in the shade of the magic glade down in Dingly Dell. Here he sells contraceptives and :o ... discipline?... naked? ... With a melon!? :blink: You'll never get away with this, you porn merchant! :whipgirl: Blimey. What's he do, nibble your bum?

I am now extremely hopeful that Ron will break the world record for remaining underground. :rose: Yes... yes... it's just it's so goddamn painful in here... what's the problem? Gentlemen! I have bad news. This room is surrounded by film. :scared: Unfortunately, we're not allowed to show you some of the performance that won them an award, but I assure you it was of the very highest standard, was it not, Lady Organs? So anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford :chickendance: on what he earns. I mean, for a start, the feathers get up your nose. Yes. To be absolutely blunt you're worried about your enormous hooter. And now a film about a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose. Oh Simon, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening? :cheerleader: You're always on about it... morning, noon, and night. 'Will 73 like this?' 'Will Your_Lion like that?' 'Is it too big?' 'Is it too small?' Please excuse my wife, she may not be very beautiful, and she may have no money, and she may be a little talentless, boring and dull, but on the other hand ... ... sorry I can't think of anything. Oh, I did get on well with Madam Your_Lion. We were like that. :hug2: Cut all her bits off. Send 'em back on the hour every hour. Show them we're not to be trifled with. Number sixteen. The hand. Number nineteen. The nose. Number twenty-two. The nipple. Number twenty-seven. More naughty bits. Number thirty-one. The end. :moon: TRF would like to apologize for the poor quality of the writing in this thread. It is not TRF policy to get easy laughs with words like bum, knickers, botty or wee-wees. :lol: Ssssh! All wight. I will give you one more chance. This time, I want to hear no 'Weuben's, no 'Weginald's, no 'Wudolph the Wed-nosed Weindeer's,...

I am now extremely hopeful that Ron will break the world record for remaining underground. :rose: Yes... yes... it's just it's so goddamn painful in here... what's the problem? Gentlemen! I have bad news. This room is surrounded by film. :scared: Unfortunately, we're not allowed to show you some of the performance that won them an award, but I assure you it was of the very highest standard, was it not, Lady Organs? So anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford :chickendance: on what he earns. I mean, for a start, the feathers get up your nose. Yes. To be absolutely blunt you're worried about your enormous hooter. And now a film about a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose. Oh Simon, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening? :cheerleader: You're always on about it... morning, noon, and night. 'Will 73 like this?' 'Will Your_Lion like that?' 'Is it too big?' 'Is it too small?' Please excuse my wife, she may not be very beautiful, and she may have no money, and she may be a little talentless, boring and dull, but on the other hand ... ... sorry I can't think of anything. Oh, I did get on well with Madam Your_Lion. We were like that. :hug2: Cut all her bits off. Send 'em back on the hour every hour. Show them we're not to be trifled with.

I am now extremely hopeful that Ron will break the world record for remaining underground. :rose: Yes... yes... it's just it's so goddamn painful in here... what's the problem? Gentlemen! I have bad news. This room is surrounded by film. :scared: Unfortunately, we're not allowed to show you some of the performance that won them an award, but I assure you it was of the very highest standard, was it not, Lady Organs? So anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford :chickendance: on what he earns. I mean, for a start, the feathers get up your nose. Yes. To be absolutely blunt you're worried about your enormous hooter. And now a film about a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose. Oh Simon, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening? :cheerleader: You're always on about it... morning, noon, and night. 'Will 73 like this?' 'Will Your_Lion like that?' 'Is it too big?' 'Is it too small?'

I am now extremely hopeful that Ron will break the world record for remaining underground. :rose: Yes... yes... it's just it's so goddamn painful in here... what's the problem? Gentlemen! I have bad news. This room is surrounded by film. :scared: Unfortunately, we're not allowed to show you some of the performance that won them an award, but I assure you it was of the very highest standard, was it not, Lady Organs? So anyway, I said to her, I said, they can't afford :chickendance: on what he earns. I mean, for a start, the feathers get up your nose. Yes. To be absolutely blunt you're worried about your enormous hooter. And now a film about a man with a tape recorder up his brother's nose.

Here's some (apparent) heresy. NIN's version is better. I can picture that being said by someone in a wheelbarrow, heading to the sanatorium :tsk:

1993 Where You Been - Dinosaur Jr

I am now extremely hopeful that Ron will break the world record for remaining underground. :rose: Yes... yes... it's just it's so goddamn painful in here... what's the problem? Gentlemen! I have bad news. This room is surrounded by film. :scared: Unfortunately, we're not allowed to show you some of the performance that won them an award, but I assure you it was of the very highest standard, was it not, Lady Organs?

I watched that a few days ago. I'm not made of stone so need to give it at least a week before opening up the tear ducts again.

I am now extremely hopeful that Ron will break the world record for remaining underground. :rose: Yes... yes... it's just it's so goddamn painful in here... what's the problem?

Hey Mr. Robert, Mr. Robert. Did you expect your boy to last the full twenty-eight seconds?

I won't say I'm glad to see you, but boy, am I glad to see you. :whipgirl: Cross the threshold, arrive, ingress, gain admittance, infiltrate. Ah Mr. Notlob, ah park your hips on the sitting device. No, we prefer to stand, thank you, colonel. :cool: :cool: 73 has asked me to request all of you at home to stand when the great moment arrives, although we here in this thread will be carrying on with our humorous vignettes and spoofs in the ordinary way. :joker: No look, I can't hang about. It's take it or leave... we got to get back to... er... Paris. ...100 miles south of Turin, 100 east of Pisa, 500 miles west of Bilbao. :codger: Well, Your_Lion off to a really great start there. Remember the Yorkshireman has got 11 years, 2 months, 26 days, 9 hours, 3 minutes, 27.4 seconds to beat. In this picture we cannot see Mr. Your_Lion of 13, The Cresent, Belmont. Mr. Your_Lion, will you stand up please. :bang bang: :pussy: I don't know whether he can, sir... he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. Oh, what kind of heartless fiend could do that to a man? :( Well he had to, didn't he? I mean, be fair, there was nothing else he could do. I mean, I had transgressed the unwritten law. ;) Oh my goodness. I do beg your pardon. How dreadful! The first day in my new parish, I completely ... so sorry! Unfortunately, the effect you have on your colleagues :hug2: I'm afraid that I've got no option but to sack you. It was the end of the joke. Joke warfare was banned at a special session of the Geneva Convention, and in 1950 the last remaining copy of the joke was laid to rest here in the Northamptonshire countryside, never to be told again. Ha, ha, ha, very good :laughing guy: What a good punchline. Pity we missed that. Still, never mind, we can always do it again. Make a series out of it. Sorry Sir, but there's trouble at Studio Five! Do we have any figures on how scared they are? This column represents 23% of the population. This column represents 28% of the population, and this column represents 43% of the population. :codger: I am myself indifferent honest, but then I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me.

I get that they might look goodish, but that isn`t to say all is good under the veneer. Like some attractive humans. http://www.msd-animal-health-hub.co.uk/Healthy-Horses/Health/DentalProblems

I won't say I'm glad to see you, but boy, am I glad to see you. :whipgirl: Cross the threshold, arrive, ingress, gain admittance, infiltrate. Ah Mr. Notlob, ah park your hips on the sitting device. No, we prefer to stand, thank you, colonel. :cool: :cool: 73 has asked me to request all of you at home to stand when the great moment arrives, although we here in this thread will be carrying on with our humorous vignettes and spoofs in the ordinary way. :joker: No look, I can't hang about. It's take it or leave... we got to get back to... er... Paris. ...100 miles south of Turin, 100 east of Pisa, 500 miles west of Bilbao. :codger: Well, Your_Lion off to a really great start there. Remember the Yorkshireman has got 11 years, 2 months, 26 days, 9 hours, 3 minutes, 27.4 seconds to beat. In this picture we cannot see Mr. Your_Lion of 13, The Cresent, Belmont. Mr. Your_Lion, will you stand up please. :bang bang: :pussy: I don't know whether he can, sir... he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. Oh, what kind of heartless fiend could do that to a man? :( Well he had to, didn't he? I mean, be fair, there was nothing else he could do. I mean, I had transgressed the unwritten law. ;) Oh my goodness. I do beg your pardon. How dreadful! The first day in my new parish, I completely ... so sorry! Unfortunately, the effect you have on your colleagues :hug2: I'm afraid that I've got no option but to sack you. It was the end of the joke. Joke warfare was banned at a special session of the Geneva Convention, and in 1950 the last remaining copy of the joke was laid to rest here in the Northamptonshire countryside, never to be told again. Ha, ha, ha, very good :laughing guy: What a good punchline. Pity we missed that. Still, never mind, we can always do it again. Make a series out of it. Sorry Sir, but there's trouble at Studio Five!

Kurt had a good night. And without stating the obvious, someone`s got to post this...

It is definitive and I heard Jimi`s version well before I heard Bob`s, but I like Bob`s more now. Jimi`s outro was the first time I heard a great wah-wah solo and that`s pure genius..

Maybe better, maybe not, but at least there are fewer connotations.

I won't say I'm glad to see you, but boy, am I glad to see you. :whipgirl: Cross the threshold, arrive, ingress, gain admittance, infiltrate. Ah Mr. Notlob, ah park your hips on the sitting device. No, we prefer to stand, thank you, colonel. :cool: :cool: 73 has asked me to request all of you at home to stand when the great moment arrives, although we here in this thread will be carrying on with our humorous vignettes and spoofs in the ordinary way. :joker: No look, I can't hang about. It's take it or leave... we got to get back to... er... Paris. ...100 miles south of Turin, 100 east of Pisa, 500 miles west of Bilbao. :codger: Well, Your_Lion off to a really great start there. Remember the Yorkshireman has got 11 years, 2 months, 26 days, 9 hours, 3 minutes, 27.4 seconds to beat. In this picture we cannot see Mr. Your_Lion of 13, The Cresent, Belmont. Mr. Your_Lion, will you stand up please. :bang bang: :pussy: I don't know whether he can, sir... he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. Oh, what kind of heartless fiend could do that to a man? :( Well he had to, didn't he? I mean, be fair, there was nothing else he could do. I mean, I had transgressed the unwritten law. ;) Oh my goodness. I do beg your pardon. How dreadful! The first day in my new parish, I completely ... so sorry! Unfortunately, the effect you have on your colleagues :hug2: I'm afraid that I've got no option but to sack you. It was the end of the joke. Joke warfare was banned at a special session of the Geneva Convention, and in 1950 the last remaining copy of the joke was laid to rest here in the Northamptonshire countryside, never to be told again.

I won't say I'm glad to see you, but boy, am I glad to see you. :whipgirl: Cross the threshold, arrive, ingress, gain admittance, infiltrate. Ah Mr. Notlob, ah park your hips on the sitting device. No, we prefer to stand, thank you, colonel. :cool: :cool: 73 has asked me to request all of you at home to stand when the great moment arrives, although we here in this thread will be carrying on with our humorous vignettes and spoofs in the ordinary way. :joker: No look, I can't hang about. It's take it or leave... we got to get back to... er... Paris. ...100 miles south of Turin, 100 east of Pisa, 500 miles west of Bilbao. :codger: Well, Your_Lion off to a really great start there. Remember the Yorkshireman has got 11 years, 2 months, 26 days, 9 hours, 3 minutes, 27.4 seconds to beat. In this picture we cannot see Mr. Your_Lion of 13, The Cresent, Belmont. Mr. Your_Lion, will you stand up please. :bang bang: :pussy: I don't know whether he can, sir... he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara. Oh, what kind of heartless fiend could do that to a man? :( Well he had to, didn't he? I mean, be fair, there was nothing else he could do. I mean, I had transgressed the unwritten law. ;) Oh my goodness. I do beg your pardon. How dreadful! The first day in my new parish, I completely ... so sorry!

I won't say I'm glad to see you, but boy, am I glad to see you. :whipgirl: Cross the threshold, arrive, ingress, gain admittance, infiltrate. Ah Mr. Notlob, ah park your hips on the sitting device. No, we prefer to stand, thank you, colonel. :cool: :cool: 73 has asked me to request all of you at home to stand when the great moment arrives, although we here in this thread will be carrying on with our humorous vignettes and spoofs in the ordinary way. :joker: No look, I can't hang about. It's take it or leave... we got to get back to... er... Paris. ...100 miles south of Turin, 100 east of Pisa, 500 miles west of Bilbao. :codger: Well, Your_Lion off to a really great start there. Remember the Yorkshireman has got 11 years, 2 months, 26 days, 9 hours, 3 minutes, 27.4 seconds to beat. In this picture we cannot see Mr. Your_Lion of 13, The Cresent, Belmont. Mr. Your_Lion, will you stand up please. :bang bang: :pussy: I don't know whether he can, sir... he's in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara.

I won't say I'm glad to see you, but boy, am I glad to see you. :whipgirl: Cross the threshold, arrive, ingress, gain admittance, infiltrate. Ah Mr. Notlob, ah park your hips on the sitting device. No, we prefer to stand, thank you, colonel. :cool: :cool: 73 has asked me to request all of you at home to stand when the great moment arrives, although we here in this thread will be carrying on with our humorous vignettes and spoofs in the ordinary way. :joker: No look, I can't hang about. It's take it or leave... we got to get back to... er... Paris. ...100 miles south of Turin, 100 east of Pisa, 500 miles west of Bilbao. :codger: Well, Your_Lion off to a really great start there. Remember the Yorkshireman has got 11 years, 2 months, 26 days, 9 hours, 3 minutes, 27.4 seconds to beat.

I won't say I'm glad to see you, but boy, am I glad to see you. :whipgirl: Cross the threshold, arrive, ingress, gain admittance, infiltrate. Ah Mr. Notlob, ah park your hips on the sitting device. No, we prefer to stand, thank you, colonel. :cool: :cool: 73 has asked me to request all of you at home to stand when the great moment arrives, although we here in this thread will be carrying on with our humorous vignettes and spoofs in the ordinary way. :joker: No look, I can't hang about. It's take it or leave... we got to get back to... er... Paris.

I won't say I'm glad to see you, but boy, am I glad to see you. :whipgirl: Cross the threshold, arrive, ingress, gain admittance, infiltrate. Ah Mr. Notlob, ah park your hips on the sitting device.

Right, err, alright sergeant, leave this to me. Err, now then sir, you are Attila the Hun.