blackhawkrush

Well, he's having a lot of mental difficulties with his breakfasts, but this is temporary, caused by a small particle of brain in his skull, and once we've removed that he'll be perfectly all right. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Here is a brown paper bag I have found on the premises. I must confiscate this, sir, and take it with me for clinical examination. :P Bet that's a link, ma'am. ;) Now here is a time check. It's six and a half minutes to the big green thing. :yay: Have you got an alarm clock in there, sir? Sounded a bit like an alarm going off. He's deaf as - dea - deaf as a p- p- post, sir. Fourth word, three syllables. First syllable...Ear? :facepalm: Yes, yes, it is indeed. You're on your way to the lounge suite, Karl. I think I'd be happier with a bugged one. :wub:

Well, he's having a lot of mental difficulties with his breakfasts, but this is temporary, caused by a small particle of brain in his skull, and once we've removed that he'll be perfectly all right. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Here is a brown paper bag I have found on the premises. I must confiscate this, sir, and take it with me for clinical examination. :P Bet that's a link, ma'am. ;) Now here is a time check. It's six and a half minutes to the big green thing. :yay: Have you got an alarm clock in there, sir? Sounded a bit like an alarm going off. He's deaf as - dea - deaf as a p- p- post, sir. Fourth word, three syllables. First syllable...Ear? :facepalm:

Well, he's having a lot of mental difficulties with his breakfasts, but this is temporary, caused by a small particle of brain in his skull, and once we've removed that he'll be perfectly all right. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Here is a brown paper bag I have found on the premises. I must confiscate this, sir, and take it with me for clinical examination. :P Bet that's a link, ma'am. ;) Now here is a time check. It's six and a half minutes to the big green thing. :yay: Have you got an alarm clock in there, sir? Sounded a bit like an alarm going off.

Well, he's having a lot of mental difficulties with his breakfasts, but this is temporary, caused by a small particle of brain in his skull, and once we've removed that he'll be perfectly all right. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Here is a brown paper bag I have found on the premises. I must confiscate this, sir, and take it with me for clinical examination. :P Bet that's a link, ma'am. ;)

Meow - go to East Africa, have plastic surgery and meet me there. Your_Lion - go to Canada and work your way south to Nicaragua by July. Robert - you stay here as front man. Well I'm afraid I shan't be coming on your expedition sir, as I've absolutely no confidence in anyone involved in it. :outtahere: I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge. Get on with it. GET ON WITH IT! :madra: :madra: :madra: How splendid it is to see the flower of British manhood wiping itself out with such pluck and tenacity. Britain need have no fear with leaders of this calibre. If only a few of the so-called working class would destroy themselves so sportingly. Yes, let me go, my liege. I will take him single-handed. I shall make a feint to the north-east... But you see a lion is a huge savage beast, about five feet high, ten feet long, weighing about four hundred pounds, and they look like this... :pussy: Listen, I gotta fight the lion. That's what that guy Scott's all about. I know. I've studied him already You know what Your_Lion's like after a few novels. :eyeroll: Ees nothing, Señor, ees just some literature. :blush: I don't care how excrementally :blush: it is. Hand it over with all speed. If I give you that one and you have some of his coins... is that another box? Were you trying to hide it? Well, that's nice! Right! Now. I've got a tiara ... you've got one... you've got one of the boxes... you've got one... anyone else got a tiara? Take your hat off!... Oh, honestly, it's absolutely pointless trying to do this if you're going to cheat. :rage: I see. Well, do you want to have just one argument or were you thinking of taking a course? Look! We can't afford it! The Rush Forum is short of money as it is. You see, TRF has to pay a member twenty guineas if he posts, and it makes a bit of a hole in the budget.. Can I just say that I'll never appear on TRF again? :gumby: Latterly, Robert had become increasingly worried about Spiny Norman. He had come to the conclusion that Norman slept in an aeroplane hangar at O`Hare Airport. And so on March 27th 2021, Robert blew up Chicago. Even the police began to sit up and take notice. Let that be a warning to you all. You move at your peril. :codger: Look, it's my duty as a knight to sample as much peril as I can. Oh, be a dear and get me some rats bane for the budgie's boil. :madra:

Meow - go to East Africa, have plastic surgery and meet me there. Your_Lion - go to Canada and work your way south to Nicaragua by July. Robert - you stay here as front man. Well I'm afraid I shan't be coming on your expedition sir, as I've absolutely no confidence in anyone involved in it. :outtahere: I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge. Get on with it. GET ON WITH IT! :madra: :madra: :madra: How splendid it is to see the flower of British manhood wiping itself out with such pluck and tenacity. Britain need have no fear with leaders of this calibre. If only a few of the so-called working class would destroy themselves so sportingly. Yes, let me go, my liege. I will take him single-handed. I shall make a feint to the north-east... But you see a lion is a huge savage beast, about five feet high, ten feet long, weighing about four hundred pounds, and they look like this... :pussy: Listen, I gotta fight the lion. That's what that guy Scott's all about. I know. I've studied him already You know what Your_Lion's like after a few novels. :eyeroll: Ees nothing, Señor, ees just some literature. :blush: I don't care how excrementally :blush: it is. Hand it over with all speed. If I give you that one and you have some of his coins... is that another box? Were you trying to hide it? Well, that's nice! Right! Now. I've got a tiara ... you've got one... you've got one of the boxes... you've got one... anyone else got a tiara? Take your hat off!... Oh, honestly, it's absolutely pointless trying to do this if you're going to cheat. :rage: I see. Well, do you want to have just one argument or were you thinking of taking a course? Look! We can't afford it! The Rush Forum is short of money as it is. You see, TRF has to pay a member twenty guineas if he posts, and it makes a bit of a hole in the budget.. Can I just say that I'll never appear on TRF again? :gumby: Latterly, Robert had become increasingly worried about Spiny Norman. He had come to the conclusion that Norman slept in an aeroplane hangar at O`Hare Airport. And so on March 27th 2021, Robert blew up Chicago. Even the police began to sit up and take notice. Let that be a warning to you all. You move at your peril. :codger:

Meow - go to East Africa, have plastic surgery and meet me there. Your_Lion - go to Canada and work your way south to Nicaragua by July. Robert - you stay here as front man. Well I'm afraid I shan't be coming on your expedition sir, as I've absolutely no confidence in anyone involved in it. :outtahere: I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge. Get on with it. GET ON WITH IT! :madra: :madra: :madra: How splendid it is to see the flower of British manhood wiping itself out with such pluck and tenacity. Britain need have no fear with leaders of this calibre. If only a few of the so-called working class would destroy themselves so sportingly. Yes, let me go, my liege. I will take him single-handed. I shall make a feint to the north-east... But you see a lion is a huge savage beast, about five feet high, ten feet long, weighing about four hundred pounds, and they look like this... :pussy: Listen, I gotta fight the lion. That's what that guy Scott's all about. I know. I've studied him already You know what Your_Lion's like after a few novels. :eyeroll: Ees nothing, Señor, ees just some literature. :blush: I don't care how excrementally :blush: it is. Hand it over with all speed. If I give you that one and you have some of his coins... is that another box? Were you trying to hide it? Well, that's nice! Right! Now. I've got a tiara ... you've got one... you've got one of the boxes... you've got one... anyone else got a tiara? Take your hat off!... Oh, honestly, it's absolutely pointless trying to do this if you're going to cheat. :rage: I see. Well, do you want to have just one argument or were you thinking of taking a course? Look! We can't afford it! The Rush Forum is short of money as it is. You see, TRF has to pay a member twenty guineas if he posts, and it makes a bit of a hole in the budget.. Can I just say that I'll never appear on TRF again? :gumby:

Meow - go to East Africa, have plastic surgery and meet me there. Your_Lion - go to Canada and work your way south to Nicaragua by July. Robert - you stay here as front man. Well I'm afraid I shan't be coming on your expedition sir, as I've absolutely no confidence in anyone involved in it. :outtahere: I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge. Get on with it. GET ON WITH IT! :madra: :madra: :madra: How splendid it is to see the flower of British manhood wiping itself out with such pluck and tenacity. Britain need have no fear with leaders of this calibre. If only a few of the so-called working class would destroy themselves so sportingly. Yes, let me go, my liege. I will take him single-handed. I shall make a feint to the north-east... But you see a lion is a huge savage beast, about five feet high, ten feet long, weighing about four hundred pounds, and they look like this... :pussy: Listen, I gotta fight the lion. That's what that guy Scott's all about. I know. I've studied him already You know what Your_Lion's like after a few novels. :eyeroll: Ees nothing, Señor, ees just some literature. :blush: I don't care how excrementally :blush: it is. Hand it over with all speed.

Meow - go to East Africa, have plastic surgery and meet me there. Your_Lion - go to Canada and work your way south to Nicaragua by July. Robert - you stay here as front man. Well I'm afraid I shan't be coming on your expedition sir, as I've absolutely no confidence in anyone involved in it. :outtahere: I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge. Get on with it. GET ON WITH IT! :madra: :madra: :madra: How splendid it is to see the flower of British manhood wiping itself out with such pluck and tenacity. Britain need have no fear with leaders of this calibre. If only a few of the so-called working class would destroy themselves so sportingly. Yes, let me go, my liege. I will take him single-handed. I shall make a feint to the north-east... But you see a lion is a huge savage beast, about five feet high, ten feet long, weighing about four hundred pounds, and they look like this... :pussy: Listen, I gotta fight the lion. That's what that guy Scott's all about. I know. I've studied him already You know what Your_Lion's like after a few novels. :eyeroll:

Meow - go to East Africa, have plastic surgery and meet me there. Your_Lion - go to Canada and work your way south to Nicaragua by July. Robert - you stay here as front man. Well I'm afraid I shan't be coming on your expedition sir, as I've absolutely no confidence in anyone involved in it. :outtahere: I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge. Get on with it. GET ON WITH IT! :madra: :madra: :madra: How splendid it is to see the flower of British manhood wiping itself out with such pluck and tenacity. Britain need have no fear with leaders of this calibre. If only a few of the so-called working class would destroy themselves so sportingly. Yes, let me go, my liege. I will take him single-handed. I shall make a feint to the north-east... But you see a lion is a huge savage beast, about five feet high, ten feet long, weighing about four hundred pounds, and they look like this... :pussy:

Meow - go to East Africa, have plastic surgery and meet me there. Your_Lion - go to Canada and work your way south to Nicaragua by July. Robert - you stay here as front man. Well I'm afraid I shan't be coming on your expedition sir, as I've absolutely no confidence in anyone involved in it. :outtahere: I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge. Get on with it. GET ON WITH IT! :madra: :madra: :madra:

But soon Robert began to infect other animals with his startling intelligence. Pussy cats began to arrange mortgages, cocker spaniels began to design supermarkets... :no: They don't. They die. You let them die, then you buy another one. My theory number two, which is the second theory that I have. Ahem! This theory... I'm terribly sorry to interrupt but my tooth's hurting just around here. :hockeygoon: Funny isn't it, how naughty dentists always make that one fatal mistake. ;) Oh, I thought you were complaining about the bouzouki player! Well, it's not particularly disturbing.. :guitar: .we must be getting on. No, no. No. You stay in the thread and make sure 'e doesn't leave. What a stroke of luck. My Crunchie was totally intact. :) I settled down to a quick intermeal snack. I mean a lot of others say they unclog you, but I never had a single bowel movement with the 'Recto-Puffs'. Good Lord, you're not suggesting we should tax...poo poo's? :ph34r: It's your trousers - not my trousers - it's your trousers - and now for the whitewash. I have not been washing very thoroughly for many years now. :| Oh no, Thursday's the Industrial Relations Bill Dinner Dance. Can't they make it another day? They'll be round here by two. :drool: :drool: They'll do the lot for you, love. So the thing to do is to get some cloth and some bits of old paper, put it down on the floor and shoot everybody. Ha, ha! Well, I must dash or I'll be late for the 10:15. :outtahere:

But soon Robert began to infect other animals with his startling intelligence. Pussy cats began to arrange mortgages, cocker spaniels began to design supermarkets... :no: They don't. They die. You let them die, then you buy another one. My theory number two, which is the second theory that I have. Ahem! This theory... I'm terribly sorry to interrupt but my tooth's hurting just around here. :hockeygoon: Funny isn't it, how naughty dentists always make that one fatal mistake. ;) Oh, I thought you were complaining about the bouzouki player! Well, it's not particularly disturbing.. :guitar: .we must be getting on. No, no. No. You stay in the thread and make sure 'e doesn't leave. What a stroke of luck. My Crunchie was totally intact. :) I settled down to a quick intermeal snack. I mean a lot of others say they unclog you, but I never had a single bowel movement with the 'Recto-Puffs'. Good Lord, you're not suggesting we should tax...poo poo's? :ph34r: It's your trousers - not my trousers - it's your trousers - and now for the whitewash. I have not been washing very thoroughly for many years now. :| Oh no, Thursday's the Industrial Relations Bill Dinner Dance. Can't they make it another day? They'll be round here by two. :drool: :drool: They'll do the lot for you, love.

But soon Robert began to infect other animals with his startling intelligence. Pussy cats began to arrange mortgages, cocker spaniels began to design supermarkets... :no: They don't. They die. You let them die, then you buy another one. My theory number two, which is the second theory that I have. Ahem! This theory... I'm terribly sorry to interrupt but my tooth's hurting just around here. :hockeygoon: Funny isn't it, how naughty dentists always make that one fatal mistake. ;) Oh, I thought you were complaining about the bouzouki player! Well, it's not particularly disturbing.. :guitar: .we must be getting on. No, no. No. You stay in the thread and make sure 'e doesn't leave. What a stroke of luck. My Crunchie was totally intact. :) I settled down to a quick intermeal snack. I mean a lot of others say they unclog you, but I never had a single bowel movement with the 'Recto-Puffs'. Good Lord, you're not suggesting we should tax...poo poo's? :ph34r:

But soon Robert began to infect other animals with his startling intelligence. Pussy cats began to arrange mortgages, cocker spaniels began to design supermarkets... :no: They don't. They die. You let them die, then you buy another one. My theory number two, which is the second theory that I have. Ahem! This theory... I'm terribly sorry to interrupt but my tooth's hurting just around here. :hockeygoon: Funny isn't it, how naughty dentists always make that one fatal mistake. ;) Oh, I thought you were complaining about the bouzouki player! Well, it's not particularly disturbing.. :guitar: .we must be getting on. No, no. No. You stay in the thread and make sure 'e doesn't leave. What a stroke of luck. My Crunchie was totally intact. :) I settled down to a quick intermeal snack.

But soon Robert began to infect other animals with his startling intelligence. Pussy cats began to arrange mortgages, cocker spaniels began to design supermarkets... :no: They don't. They die. You let them die, then you buy another one. My theory number two, which is the second theory that I have. Ahem! This theory... I'm terribly sorry to interrupt but my tooth's hurting just around here. :hockeygoon: Funny isn't it, how naughty dentists always make that one fatal mistake. ;) Oh, I thought you were complaining about the bouzouki player! Well, it's not particularly disturbing.. :guitar: .we must be getting on.

But soon Robert began to infect other animals with his startling intelligence. Pussy cats began to arrange mortgages, cocker spaniels began to design supermarkets... :no: They don't. They die. You let them die, then you buy another one. My theory number two, which is the second theory that I have. Ahem! This theory... I'm terribly sorry to interrupt but my tooth's hurting just around here. :hockeygoon:

But soon Robert began to infect other animals with his startling intelligence. Pussy cats began to arrange mortgages, cocker spaniels began to design supermarkets... :no: They don't. They die. You let them die, then you buy another one.

Is there a promotion involved? :unsure:

Well there's rat cake ... rat sorbet ... rat pudding ... or strawberry tart. Yes, yes, I see. And a pot of yogurt, please. There's some lovely drop scones and there's duty-free broccoli. :drool: You know it takes me two hours every morning to get out onto the moors, collect my berries, chastise myself, and two hours back in the evening. Still, never mind - could be worse. How's the nude lady? Well, I've been going with ministers for five years now, and I think they're wonderful. :whipgirl: Mmmm. That's wonderful. Do you want another look at the poet? Oh, that's extremely kind of you, but I saw it on the way in. :outtahere: Because it does worry some people - I don't know why - but they are a little sensitive so I take the precaution of asking on these occasions. Simon is the keeper of the Bridge of Death. He asks each traveller five questions :tsk: three questions. Welcome to 'It's A Living'. The rules are very simple: each week we get a large fee; at the end of that week we get another large fee; if there's been no interruption at the end of the year we get a repeat fee which can be added on for tax purposes to the previous year or the following year if there's no new thread. :o I'm going straight out of here and I'm going to tell 73 exactly what you do to people and I'm going to make bloody sure that you never do this again. I am the Bishop of East Anglia and anyone who doesn't believe me can look me up in the book. Now then, the first prize is this beautiful silver cup, which has been won by me. I want you to give me the :spitwater: and then I go away and give it to the orphans. It's taken five years to prepare and it's bound to have an enormous impact on the future of industrial relations in this forum. You can keep your fastidious continental bidets, Mrs Foreigner - Mrs Britain knows how to keep her feet clean ... but she'll baffle like bingo boys when it comes to keeping the Rush Forum clean. Darling... there's a man here with our Book of the Month Club dung. It's brown and sounds like a bell. :yay:

Well there's rat cake ... rat sorbet ... rat pudding ... or strawberry tart. Yes, yes, I see. And a pot of yogurt, please. There's some lovely drop scones and there's duty-free broccoli. :drool: You know it takes me two hours every morning to get out onto the moors, collect my berries, chastise myself, and two hours back in the evening. Still, never mind - could be worse. How's the nude lady? Well, I've been going with ministers for five years now, and I think they're wonderful. :whipgirl: Mmmm. That's wonderful. Do you want another look at the poet? Oh, that's extremely kind of you, but I saw it on the way in. :outtahere: Because it does worry some people - I don't know why - but they are a little sensitive so I take the precaution of asking on these occasions. Simon is the keeper of the Bridge of Death. He asks each traveller five questions :tsk: three questions. Welcome to 'It's A Living'. The rules are very simple: each week we get a large fee; at the end of that week we get another large fee; if there's been no interruption at the end of the year we get a repeat fee which can be added on for tax purposes to the previous year or the following year if there's no new thread. :o I'm going straight out of here and I'm going to tell 73 exactly what you do to people and I'm going to make bloody sure that you never do this again. I am the Bishop of East Anglia and anyone who doesn't believe me can look me up in the book. Now then, the first prize is this beautiful silver cup, which has been won by me. I want you to give me the :spitwater: and then I go away and give it to the orphans.

Well there's rat cake ... rat sorbet ... rat pudding ... or strawberry tart. Yes, yes, I see. And a pot of yogurt, please. There's some lovely drop scones and there's duty-free broccoli. :drool: You know it takes me two hours every morning to get out onto the moors, collect my berries, chastise myself, and two hours back in the evening. Still, never mind - could be worse. How's the nude lady? Well, I've been going with ministers for five years now, and I think they're wonderful. :whipgirl: Mmmm. That's wonderful. Do you want another look at the poet? Oh, that's extremely kind of you, but I saw it on the way in. :outtahere: Because it does worry some people - I don't know why - but they are a little sensitive so I take the precaution of asking on these occasions. Simon is the keeper of the Bridge of Death. He asks each traveller five questions :tsk: three questions. Welcome to 'It's A Living'. The rules are very simple: each week we get a large fee; at the end of that week we get another large fee; if there's been no interruption at the end of the year we get a repeat fee which can be added on for tax purposes to the previous year or the following year if there's no new thread. :o I'm going straight out of here and I'm going to tell 73 exactly what you do to people and I'm going to make bloody sure that you never do this again.

Well there's rat cake ... rat sorbet ... rat pudding ... or strawberry tart. Yes, yes, I see. And a pot of yogurt, please. There's some lovely drop scones and there's duty-free broccoli. :drool: You know it takes me two hours every morning to get out onto the moors, collect my berries, chastise myself, and two hours back in the evening. Still, never mind - could be worse. How's the nude lady? Well, I've been going with ministers for five years now, and I think they're wonderful. :whipgirl: Mmmm. That's wonderful. Do you want another look at the poet? Oh, that's extremely kind of you, but I saw it on the way in. :outtahere: Because it does worry some people - I don't know why - but they are a little sensitive so I take the precaution of asking on these occasions. Simon is the keeper of the Bridge of Death. He asks each traveller five questions :tsk: three questions.

Well there's rat cake ... rat sorbet ... rat pudding ... or strawberry tart. Yes, yes, I see. And a pot of yogurt, please. There's some lovely drop scones and there's duty-free broccoli. :drool: You know it takes me two hours every morning to get out onto the moors, collect my berries, chastise myself, and two hours back in the evening. Still, never mind - could be worse. How's the nude lady? Well, I've been going with ministers for five years now, and I think they're wonderful. :whipgirl: Mmmm. That's wonderful. Do you want another look at the poet? Oh, that's extremely kind of you, but I saw it on the way in. :outtahere:

Well there's rat cake ... rat sorbet ... rat pudding ... or strawberry tart. Yes, yes, I see. And a pot of yogurt, please. There's some lovely drop scones and there's duty-free broccoli. :drool: You know it takes me two hours every morning to get out onto the moors, collect my berries, chastise myself, and two hours back in the evening. Still, never mind - could be worse. How's the nude lady? Well, I've been going with ministers for five years now, and I think they're wonderful. :whipgirl: