blackhawkrush

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:

Once, one Sunday, when my parents were coming round for tea I asked him if he'd mind very much not nailing my head to the floor that week and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand. What a typically selfless gesture. :wub: A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate :notworthy: But for sheer pointless behaviour you've got to admire Treeduck, the battling British boy who for two weeks has been suspended over a tin of condemned veal. What I want to know, Mr Simon III, Is why they give us crap like that, when there's bits of the Leicester by-pass what have never been shown. :huh: Sir, I don't know how to say this but I got to be perfectly frank. I really and truly believe this story of yours is the greatest story in motion-picture history. Later on in the film, Brian and Brianette again meet on yet another rubbish dump... :moon: :moon: At the Home Office, the Minister for inserting himself in between chairs and walls in men's clubs was at his desk after a short illness. So, it'll...it'll just grow back again, then, will it? :chickendance: Schubert and Chopin used to chuckle and laugh,Whilst composing a long symphony, But one hundred and fifty years later, There's very little of them left to see. And now, four tired undertakers. :musicnote: :ph34r: :ph34r: :ph34r: :ph34r: :musicnote: Ah yes. 'One or more persons overcome by fumes', you'd have Head Office, Holborn, round here. Well, things have got so bad that we've been forced to use the last of the heavy oxygen equipment just to keep the dryers going. Well, I don't know about that, but it's bleeding damp. Are you from the council? I am Leslie Ames, the Chairman of the Test Selection Committee, and I'm very pleased to be able to tell you that your flat has been chosen as the venue for the third test against the West Indies. I know, I know, that's rather why I came in here with that point about nobody moving. That's Simon Van der Berg. He's on our side... :bitchslap: He's two-timed me. Don't sleep in the subway darling, don't stand in the pouring rain :atickhum: Oh, it's still raining...I'm going down the shops. :P

Once, one Sunday, when my parents were coming round for tea I asked him if he'd mind very much not nailing my head to the floor that week and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand. What a typically selfless gesture. :wub: A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate :notworthy: But for sheer pointless behaviour you've got to admire Treeduck, the battling British boy who for two weeks has been suspended over a tin of condemned veal. What I want to know, Mr Simon III, Is why they give us crap like that, when there's bits of the Leicester by-pass what have never been shown. :huh: Sir, I don't know how to say this but I got to be perfectly frank. I really and truly believe this story of yours is the greatest story in motion-picture history. Later on in the film, Brian and Brianette again meet on yet another rubbish dump... :moon: :moon: At the Home Office, the Minister for inserting himself in between chairs and walls in men's clubs was at his desk after a short illness. So, it'll...it'll just grow back again, then, will it? :chickendance: Schubert and Chopin used to chuckle and laugh,Whilst composing a long symphony, But one hundred and fifty years later, There's very little of them left to see. And now, four tired undertakers. :musicnote: :ph34r: :ph34r: :ph34r: :ph34r: :musicnote: Ah yes. 'One or more persons overcome by fumes', you'd have Head Office, Holborn, round here. Well, things have got so bad that we've been forced to use the last of the heavy oxygen equipment just to keep the dryers going. Well, I don't know about that, but it's bleeding damp. Are you from the council? I am Leslie Ames, the Chairman of the Test Selection Committee, and I'm very pleased to be able to tell you that your flat has been chosen as the venue for the third test against the West Indies. I know, I know, that's rather why I came in here with that point about nobody moving. That's Simon Van der Berg. He's on our side... :bitchslap: He's two-timed me.

Once, one Sunday, when my parents were coming round for tea I asked him if he'd mind very much not nailing my head to the floor that week and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand. What a typically selfless gesture. :wub: A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate :notworthy: But for sheer pointless behaviour you've got to admire Treeduck, the battling British boy who for two weeks has been suspended over a tin of condemned veal. What I want to know, Mr Simon III, Is why they give us crap like that, when there's bits of the Leicester by-pass what have never been shown. :huh: Sir, I don't know how to say this but I got to be perfectly frank. I really and truly believe this story of yours is the greatest story in motion-picture history. Later on in the film, Brian and Brianette again meet on yet another rubbish dump... :moon: :moon: At the Home Office, the Minister for inserting himself in between chairs and walls in men's clubs was at his desk after a short illness. So, it'll...it'll just grow back again, then, will it? :chickendance: Schubert and Chopin used to chuckle and laugh,Whilst composing a long symphony, But one hundred and fifty years later, There's very little of them left to see. And now, four tired undertakers. :musicnote: :ph34r: :ph34r: :ph34r: :ph34r: :musicnote:

Once, one Sunday, when my parents were coming round for tea I asked him if he'd mind very much not nailing my head to the floor that week and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand. What a typically selfless gesture. :wub: A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate :notworthy: But for sheer pointless behaviour you've got to admire Treeduck, the battling British boy who for two weeks has been suspended over a tin of condemned veal. What I want to know, Mr Simon III, Is why they give us crap like that, when there's bits of the Leicester by-pass what have never been shown. :huh: Sir, I don't know how to say this but I got to be perfectly frank. I really and truly believe this story of yours is the greatest story in motion-picture history. Later on in the film, Brian and Brianette again meet on yet another rubbish dump... :moon: :moon: At the Home Office, the Minister for inserting himself in between chairs and walls in men's clubs was at his desk after a short illness. So, it'll...it'll just grow back again, then, will it? :chickendance:

Once, one Sunday, when my parents were coming round for tea I asked him if he'd mind very much not nailing my head to the floor that week and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand. What a typically selfless gesture. :wub: A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate :notworthy: But for sheer pointless behaviour you've got to admire Treeduck, the battling British boy who for two weeks has been suspended over a tin of condemned veal. What I want to know, Mr Simon III, Is why they give us crap like that, when there's bits of the Leicester by-pass what have never been shown. :huh: Sir, I don't know how to say this but I got to be perfectly frank. I really and truly believe this story of yours is the greatest story in motion-picture history. Later on in the film, Brian and Brianette again meet on yet another rubbish dump... :moon: :moon:

Once, one Sunday, when my parents were coming round for tea I asked him if he'd mind very much not nailing my head to the floor that week and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand. What a typically selfless gesture. :wub: A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate :notworthy: But for sheer pointless behaviour you've got to admire Treeduck, the battling British boy who for two weeks has been suspended over a tin of condemned veal. What I want to know, Mr Simon III, Is why they give us crap like that, when there's bits of the Leicester by-pass what have never been shown. :huh:

Once, one Sunday, when my parents were coming round for tea I asked him if he'd mind very much not nailing my head to the floor that week and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand. What a typically selfless gesture. :wub: A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate :notworthy: It's German television. Isn't it exciting? They're doing a prize-winning documentary on me. :cool:

Once, one Sunday, when my parents were coming round for tea I asked him if he'd mind very much not nailing my head to the floor that week and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand. What a typically selfless gesture. :wub:

Uno, dos, tres...mil. Coming! :ph34r:

No, no, no, my brain in my head. :gumby: I'm afraid our regular psychiatrist hasn't come round this morning and I've got an ego block which is in turn making my wife over-assertive and getting us both into a state of depressive neurosis. I changed my record player and there wasn't a grumble, and I changed my pet snake :blush: and I changed my Robin Day tie. Oh, Robert, forget about freedom. We haven't got enough mud. Oh dear. Remember, if you do want anything, jewelry, Ascot water heaters... :cool: I'd like to buy a book, please :coy: Do you have a copy of 'Thirty Days in the Samarkand Desert with the Duchess of Kent' by A. E. J. Eliott, O.B.E.? We've got corsets, stockings, suspender belts, tights, bras, slips petticoats, knickers, socks and garters, sir. :) No watches, cameras, radio sets? No, it's not really our line, sir. :whipgirl: Well why don't you move into more conventional areas of confectionery? Like Praline, or, or Lime Creme, a very popular flavour, I'm led to understand. I thought to myself, 'a little fermented curd will do the trick'. So I curtailed my Walpolling activities, sallied forth and infiltrated your place of purveyance to negotiate the vending of some cheesy comestibles. Hmm, yes, good idea, excellent thinking, very good...I don't suppose we could have Hodges in the morning? :unsure: He is usually found in Surrey hedgerows, but I found this one in the gents at St Pancras, uneaten. The unsuspecting breakfast glides ever closer to its doom. The enraged pantomime royal person is poised for the kill. She raises her harpoon and fires. Pang! Right in the toast. I'm charging you under Section 21 of the Strange Sketch Act. Started off with a nice little idea about grannies attacking young men, but now it's got silly. This man's hair is too long for a vicar too. These signs are pretty badly made.Right, now for a complete change of mood. We've got a number requested by Pip, Pauline, Nigel, Tarquin, and old Spotty - Tarquin's mother - a little number specially written for the pubescence of ex-King Zog of Albania, and it's entitled 'Art Gallery'. Hope you like it. Well Reg, I think Pablo should be all right provided he doesn't attempt anything on the monumental scale of some of his earlier paintings. :boo hiss:

No, no, no, my brain in my head. :gumby: I'm afraid our regular psychiatrist hasn't come round this morning and I've got an ego block which is in turn making my wife over-assertive and getting us both into a state of depressive neurosis. I changed my record player and there wasn't a grumble, and I changed my pet snake :blush: and I changed my Robin Day tie. Oh, Robert, forget about freedom. We haven't got enough mud. Oh dear. Remember, if you do want anything, jewelry, Ascot water heaters... :cool: I'd like to buy a book, please :coy: Do you have a copy of 'Thirty Days in the Samarkand Desert with the Duchess of Kent' by A. E. J. Eliott, O.B.E.? We've got corsets, stockings, suspender belts, tights, bras, slips petticoats, knickers, socks and garters, sir. :) No watches, cameras, radio sets? No, it's not really our line, sir. :whipgirl: Well why don't you move into more conventional areas of confectionery? Like Praline, or, or Lime Creme, a very popular flavour, I'm led to understand. I thought to myself, 'a little fermented curd will do the trick'. So I curtailed my Walpolling activities, sallied forth and infiltrated your place of purveyance to negotiate the vending of some cheesy comestibles. Hmm, yes, good idea, excellent thinking, very good...I don't suppose we could have Hodges in the morning? :unsure:

No, no, no, my brain in my head. :gumby: I'm afraid our regular psychiatrist hasn't come round this morning and I've got an ego block which is in turn making my wife over-assertive and getting us both into a state of depressive neurosis. I changed my record player and there wasn't a grumble, and I changed my pet snake :blush: and I changed my Robin Day tie. Oh, Robert, forget about freedom. We haven't got enough mud. Oh dear. Remember, if you do want anything, jewelry, Ascot water heaters... :cool: I'd like to buy a book, please :coy: Do you have a copy of 'Thirty Days in the Samarkand Desert with the Duchess of Kent' by A. E. J. Eliott, O.B.E.? We've got corsets, stockings, suspender belts, tights, bras, slips petticoats, knickers, socks and garters, sir. :) No watches, cameras, radio sets? No, it's not really our line, sir. :whipgirl:

No, no, no, my brain in my head. :gumby: I'm afraid our regular psychiatrist hasn't come round this morning and I've got an ego block which is in turn making my wife over-assertive and getting us both into a state of depressive neurosis. I changed my record player and there wasn't a grumble, and I changed my pet snake :blush: and I changed my Robin Day tie. Oh, Robert, forget about freedom. We haven't got enough mud. Oh dear. Remember, if you do want anything, jewelry, Ascot water heaters... :cool: I'd like to buy a book, please :coy: Do you have a copy of 'Thirty Days in the Samarkand Desert with the Duchess of Kent' by A. E. J. Eliott, O.B.E.? We've got corsets, stockings, suspender belts, tights, bras, slips petticoats, knickers, socks and garters, sir. :)

No, no, no, my brain in my head. :gumby: I'm afraid our regular psychiatrist hasn't come round this morning and I've got an ego block which is in turn making my wife over-assertive and getting us both into a state of depressive neurosis. I changed my record player and there wasn't a grumble, and I changed my pet snake :blush: and I changed my Robin Day tie. Oh, Robert, forget about freedom. We haven't got enough mud. Oh dear. Remember, if you do want anything, jewelry, Ascot water heaters... :cool:

No, no, no, my brain in my head. :gumby: I'm afraid our regular psychiatrist hasn't come round this morning and I've got an ego block which is in turn making my wife over-assertive and getting us both into a state of depressive neurosis. I changed my record player and there wasn't a grumble, and I changed my pet snake :blush: and I changed my Robin Day tie.

No, no, no, my brain in my head. :gumby: Can you raise any part of your body, Mr. Your_Lion? :blush:

You ought to go and see a psychiatrist. You're a looney. :crazy: You might even need a new brain.

What's wrong with a kiss, boy? Hmm? Why not start her off with a nice kiss? You don't have to go leaping straight for the clitoris like a bull at a gate. Give her a kiss, boy. Well look, I think I'd better have a second opinion on this. I want you to see a colleague of mine, a specialist in these sort of things, who has an office very much like this one as a matter of fact. Would you mind terribly if I hold your hand? :hi: Use your own, you great poofy ponagger! Jus these, then. $ :unsure: $ Oh, I'll just have this one, then. Look at it. Feel the quality. That's none of your goat. What! With these tassles? :crazy: The low slim-line has been cut off-the-shoulder to heighten the effect of Robert's fine bone structure. Dear Sir, I object very strongly to that last page, and to the next post :P :goodone: Coventry City have never won the FA Cup. Never mind Snapper love, you can't win 'em all. Yeah, I reckon that if he could've lasted till the end of that first minute, he would've had the Killer worried. :sarcastic: I'm afraid Sir Horace won't be catching the 10:15, Lady Partridge. We tried to tell you at the beginning of the film but you just panned off us. :( :( There's the lighting credit, only five left. Hell, it's the producer - quick! Sorry about this... pom pom pom... Normally we try to avoid these little ... pauses ... longeurs... only dramatically he's gone down to the basement, you see. 'Course, there isn't really a basement, but he just goes off and we pretend. Only make believe, I love you. :banghead: Only make believe that you love me. :banghead: "If you could see your way to lending me sixpence. I could at least buy a newspaper. That's not much to ask anyone." Ah-hah! Well that's it, you see, Simon. Scottishness starts with little things like that, and works up. :tsk:

What's wrong with a kiss, boy? Hmm? Why not start her off with a nice kiss? You don't have to go leaping straight for the clitoris like a bull at a gate. Give her a kiss, boy. Well look, I think I'd better have a second opinion on this. I want you to see a colleague of mine, a specialist in these sort of things, who has an office very much like this one as a matter of fact. Would you mind terribly if I hold your hand? :hi: Use your own, you great poofy ponagger! Jus these, then. $ :unsure: $ Oh, I'll just have this one, then. Look at it. Feel the quality. That's none of your goat. What! With these tassles? :crazy: The low slim-line has been cut off-the-shoulder to heighten the effect of Robert's fine bone structure. Dear Sir, I object very strongly to that last page, and to the next post :P :goodone: Coventry City have never won the FA Cup. Never mind Snapper love, you can't win 'em all. Yeah, I reckon that if he could've lasted till the end of that first minute, he would've had the Killer worried. :sarcastic: I'm afraid Sir Horace won't be catching the 10:15, Lady Partridge. We tried to tell you at the beginning of the film but you just panned off us. :( :( There's the lighting credit, only five left. Hell, it's the producer - quick! Sorry about this... pom pom pom... Normally we try to avoid these little ... pauses ... longeurs... only dramatically he's gone down to the basement, you see. 'Course, there isn't really a basement, but he just goes off and we pretend. Only make believe, I love you. :banghead: Only make believe that you love me. :banghead:

What's wrong with a kiss, boy? Hmm? Why not start her off with a nice kiss? You don't have to go leaping straight for the clitoris like a bull at a gate. Give her a kiss, boy. Well look, I think I'd better have a second opinion on this. I want you to see a colleague of mine, a specialist in these sort of things, who has an office very much like this one as a matter of fact. Would you mind terribly if I hold your hand? :hi: Use your own, you great poofy ponagger! Jus these, then. $ :unsure: $ Oh, I'll just have this one, then. Look at it. Feel the quality. That's none of your goat. What! With these tassles? :crazy: The low slim-line has been cut off-the-shoulder to heighten the effect of Robert's fine bone structure. Dear Sir, I object very strongly to that last page, and to the next post :P :goodone: Coventry City have never won the FA Cup. Never mind Snapper love, you can't win 'em all. Yeah, I reckon that if he could've lasted till the end of that first minute, he would've had the Killer worried. :sarcastic: I'm afraid Sir Horace won't be catching the 10:15, Lady Partridge. We tried to tell you at the beginning of the film but you just panned off us. :( :(

What's wrong with a kiss, boy? Hmm? Why not start her off with a nice kiss? You don't have to go leaping straight for the clitoris like a bull at a gate. Give her a kiss, boy. Well look, I think I'd better have a second opinion on this. I want you to see a colleague of mine, a specialist in these sort of things, who has an office very much like this one as a matter of fact. Would you mind terribly if I hold your hand? :hi: Use your own, you great poofy ponagger! Jus these, then. $ :unsure: $ Oh, I'll just have this one, then. Look at it. Feel the quality. That's none of your goat. What! With these tassles? :crazy: The low slim-line has been cut off-the-shoulder to heighten the effect of Robert's fine bone structure. Dear Sir, I object very strongly to that last page, and to the next post :P :goodone: Coventry City have never won the FA Cup. Never mind Snapper love, you can't win 'em all. Yeah, I reckon that if he could've lasted till the end of that first minute, he would've had the Killer worried. :sarcastic:

What's wrong with a kiss, boy? Hmm? Why not start her off with a nice kiss? You don't have to go leaping straight for the clitoris like a bull at a gate. Give her a kiss, boy. Well look, I think I'd better have a second opinion on this. I want you to see a colleague of mine, a specialist in these sort of things, who has an office very much like this one as a matter of fact. Would you mind terribly if I hold your hand? :hi: Use your own, you great poofy ponagger! Jus these, then. $ :unsure: $ Oh, I'll just have this one, then. Look at it. Feel the quality. That's none of your goat. What! With these tassles? :crazy: The low slim-line has been cut off-the-shoulder to heighten the effect of Robert's fine bone structure. Dear Sir, I object very strongly to that last page, and to the next post :P :goodone: Coventry City have never won the FA Cup.

What's wrong with a kiss, boy? Hmm? Why not start her off with a nice kiss? You don't have to go leaping straight for the clitoris like a bull at a gate. Give her a kiss, boy. Well look, I think I'd better have a second opinion on this. I want you to see a colleague of mine, a specialist in these sort of things, who has an office very much like this one as a matter of fact. Would you mind terribly if I hold your hand? :hi: Use your own, you great poofy ponagger! Jus these, then. $ :unsure: $ Oh, I'll just have this one, then. Look at it. Feel the quality. That's none of your goat. What! With these tassles? :crazy:

What's wrong with a kiss, boy? Hmm? Why not start her off with a nice kiss? You don't have to go leaping straight for the clitoris like a bull at a gate. Give her a kiss, boy. Well look, I think I'd better have a second opinion on this. I want you to see a colleague of mine, a specialist in these sort of things, who has an office very much like this one as a matter of fact. Would you mind terribly if I hold your hand? :hi: Use your own, you great poofy ponagger! Just these, then. $ :unsure: $ Oh, I'll just have this one, then.