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  1. I'm just learning my lines, you know. 'Oh Mr Belpit, your legs...' Oh? :yay: All right, we'll call it a draw. Next up, the second semifinal of the 100 yard dash for people with no sense of direction. They do this over four hundred times a day. Nobody knows why. Well, you see applicants are not required to fill in their species. Er, well, I'm afraid all the vacancies were filled several weeks ago. Look 73, I hate to see a man cry, so shove off out the office. There's a good chap. Now you go back in there my son and be a man. Walk tall. He cut eighteen inches off each arm and over three feet off each leg. The most brilliant surgeon in Europe stuck that tail on. He's brilliant, you know...oh, we forgot the anesthetic! I want to complain about the assistants on this forum.... well, they're hiding now. Look Simon, we were hoping to have a quiet evening on our own. :cheers: You must have slipped him a few shekels, eh? His eyes just closed, and he fell into the wastepaper basket.
  2. I'm just learning my lines, you know. 'Oh Mr Belpit, your legs...' Oh? :yay: All right, we'll call it a draw. Next up, the second semifinal of the 100 yard dash for people with no sense of direction. They do this over four hundred times a day. Nobody knows why. Well, you see applicants are not required to fill in their species. Er, well, I'm afraid all the vacancies were filled several weeks ago. Look 73, I hate to see a man cry, so shove off out the office. There's a good chap. Now you go back in there my son and be a man. Walk tall. He cut eighteen inches off each arm and over three feet off each leg. The most brilliant surgeon in Europe stuck that tail on. He's brilliant, you know...oh, we forgot the anesthetic! I want to complain about the assistants on this forum.... well, they're hiding now. Look Simon, we were hoping to have a quiet evening on our own. :cheers:
  3. I'm just learning my lines, you know. 'Oh Mr Belpit, your legs...' Oh? :yay: All right, we'll call it a draw. Next up, the second semifinal of the 100 yard dash for people with no sense of direction. They do this over four hundred times a day. Nobody knows why. Well, you see applicants are not required to fill in their species. Er, well, I'm afraid all the vacancies were filled several weeks ago. Look 73, I hate to see a man cry, so shove off out the office. There's a good chap. Now you go back in there my son and be a man. Walk tall. He cut eighteen inches off each arm and over three feet off each leg. The most brilliant surgeon in Europe stuck that tail on. He's brilliant, you know...oh, we forgot the anesthetic!
  4. I'm just learning my lines, you know. 'Oh Mr Belpit, your legs...' Oh? :yay: All right, we'll call it a draw. Next up, the second semifinal of the 100 yard dash for people with no sense of direction. They do this over four hundred times a day. Nobody knows why. Well, you see applicants are not required to fill in their species. Er, well, I'm afraid all the vacancies were filled several weeks ago. Look 73, I hate to see a man cry, so shove off out the office. There's a good chap. Now you go back in there my son and be a man. Walk tall.
  5. I'm just learning my lines, you know. 'Oh Mr Belpit, your legs...' Oh? :yay: All right, we'll call it a draw. Next up, the second semifinal of the 100 yard dash for people with no sense of direction. They do this over four hundred times a day. Nobody knows why.
  6. I'm just learning my lines, you know. 'Oh Mr Belpit, your legs...' Oh? :yay: All right, we'll call it a draw.
  7. She fine actress...she makes interpretation heap subtle...
  8. And introducing F. B. Grimsby Urqhart-Wright as the voice of God Oh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! I was to be taken to Rome, house by the forum. Slaves. Asses' milk. As much gold as I could eat. Then, he, having his way with me had... voom! Like a rat out of an aqueduct. Well, it's totally untrue, David. Ever since I left Sicily, I've been trying to do the best for Ronalda. But for a truly magnificent waste of time you've got to go no further than the exhibit from Italy - Italian priests in custard, discussing vital matters of the day. Che cosa e lo succiacatori do polli? And now over to the European Cup at Barcelona where the latest news is that Miguel Otana, the burly Real Madrid striker, was sent off for breaking wind in the forty-third minute. Why on earth didn't you say why you wanted an adjournment? :outtahere: But it's my only line! I was just wondering. Are you a poet? Poets are both clean and warm, and most are far above the norm! My congratulations, Wilde. The whole of TRF's talking about you. :) Isn't it exciting, Blackhawk? They're doing a prize-winning documentary on me! Yes, 73 is a randy little fellow, whose primitive brain scarcely strays from the subject of you know what. Oh my goodness. I do beg your pardon. How dreadful! The first day in my new parish, I completely ... so sorry! It's a man's life, taking your clothes off in public. I am not a man, you silly billy. Our panel this evening...Dame Elsie Occluded, historian, wit, bon viveur, and rear half of the Blackhawkrush brothers. No, what my brother means is it would be a shame if... Oh sorry, Colonel.
  9. And introducing F. B. Grimsby Urqhart-Wright as the voice of God Oh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! I was to be taken to Rome, house by the forum. Slaves. Asses' milk. As much gold as I could eat. Then, he, having his way with me had... voom! Like a rat out of an aqueduct. Well, it's totally untrue, David. Ever since I left Sicily, I've been trying to do the best for Ronalda. But for a truly magnificent waste of time you've got to go no further than the exhibit from Italy - Italian priests in custard, discussing vital matters of the day. Che cosa e lo succiacatori do polli? And now over to the European Cup at Barcelona where the latest news is that Miguel Otana, the burly Real Madrid striker, was sent off for breaking wind in the forty-third minute. Why on earth didn't you say why you wanted an adjournment? :outtahere: But it's my only line! I was just wondering. Are you a poet? Poets are both clean and warm, and most are far above the norm! My congratulations, Wilde. The whole of TRF's talking about you. :) Isn't it exciting, Blackhawk? They're doing a prize-winning documentary on me! Yes, 73 is a randy little fellow, whose primitive brain scarcely strays from the subject of you know what. Oh my goodness. I do beg your pardon. How dreadful! The first day in my new parish, I completely ... so sorry! It's a man's life, taking your clothes off in public. I am not a man, you silly billy.
  10. And introducing F. B. Grimsby Urqhart-Wright as the voice of God Oh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! I was to be taken to Rome, house by the forum. Slaves. Asses' milk. As much gold as I could eat. Then, he, having his way with me had... voom! Like a rat out of an aqueduct. Well, it's totally untrue, David. Ever since I left Sicily, I've been trying to do the best for Ronalda. But for a truly magnificent waste of time you've got to go no further than the exhibit from Italy - Italian priests in custard, discussing vital matters of the day. Che cosa e lo succiacatori do polli? And now over to the European Cup at Barcelona where the latest news is that Miguel Otana, the burly Real Madrid striker, was sent off for breaking wind in the forty-third minute. Why on earth didn't you say why you wanted an adjournment? :outtahere: But it's my only line! I was just wondering. Are you a poet? Poets are both clean and warm, and most are far above the norm! My congratulations, Wilde. The whole of TRF's talking about you. :) Isn't it exciting, Blackhawk? They're doing a prize-winning documentary on me! Yes, 73 is a randy little fellow, whose primitive brain scarcely strays from the subject of you know what.
  11. And introducing F. B. Grimsby Urqhart-Wright as the voice of God Oh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! I was to be taken to Rome, house by the forum. Slaves. Asses' milk. As much gold as I could eat. Then, he, having his way with me had... voom! Like a rat out of an aqueduct. Well, it's totally untrue, David. Ever since I left Sicily, I've been trying to do the best for Ronalda. But for a truly magnificent waste of time you've got to go no further than the exhibit from Italy - Italian priests in custard, discussing vital matters of the day. Che cosa e lo succiacatori do polli? And now over to the European Cup at Barcelona where the latest news is that Miguel Otana, the burly Real Madrid striker, was sent off for breaking wind in the forty-third minute. Why on earth didn't you say why you wanted an adjournment? :outtahere: But it's my only line! I was just wondering. Are you a poet? Poets are both clean and warm, and most are far above the norm! My congratulations, Wilde. The whole of TRF's talking about you. :)
  12. And introducing F. B. Grimsby Urqhart-Wright as the voice of God Oh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! I was to be taken to Rome, house by the forum. Slaves. Asses' milk. As much gold as I could eat. Then, he, having his way with me had... voom! Like a rat out of an aqueduct. Well, it's totally untrue, David. Ever since I left Sicily, I've been trying to do the best for Ronalda. But for a truly magnificent waste of time you've got to go no further than the exhibit from Italy - Italian priests in custard, discussing vital matters of the day. Che cosa e lo succiacatori do polli? And now over to the European Cup at Barcelona where the latest news is that Miguel Otana, the burly Real Madrid striker, was sent off for breaking wind in the forty-third minute. Why on earth didn't you say why you wanted an adjournment? :outtahere:
  13. And introducing F. B. Grimsby Urqhart-Wright as the voice of God Oh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! I was to be taken to Rome, house by the forum. Slaves. Asses' milk. As much gold as I could eat. Then, he, having his way with me had... voom! Like a rat out of an aqueduct. Well, it's totally untrue, David. Ever since I left Sicily, I've been trying to do the best for Ronalda. But for a truly magnificent waste of time you've got to go no further than the exhibit from Italy - Italian priests in custard, discussing vital matters of the day. Che cosa e lo succiacatori do polli?
  14. And introducing F. B. Grimsby Urqhart-Wright as the voice of God Oh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! I was to be taken to Rome, house by the forum. Slaves. Asses' milk. As much gold as I could eat. Then, he, having his way with me had... voom! Like a rat out of an aqueduct. Well, it's totally untrue, David. Ever since I left Sicily, I've been trying to do the best for Ronalda.
  15. And introducing F. B. Grimsby Urqhart-Wright as the voice of God Oh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers!
  16. Look, you crumb bum. I'm a star. Star, star, star. I played Miss St. John the Baptist in a trench.
  17. I can't tell the difference between Whizzo butter and this dead crab. You're quite clearly suffering from a repressive libido complex. From the war. THE WAR WOUND! The wound! The wound! Whatever you do, do NOT mention the dirty KNIFE!!!!! Yes, well, the thing is, we've got some people from America for dinner tonight, and... We must find and exterminate them. The Americans say if we don't, they will. If I may be allowed to say a few wordsssss........ Quiet! Silly person. Guards! Search the house. I must warn you that outside I have police dog Josephine, who is not only armed and trained to sniff out certain substances, but is also a junkie. Gentlemen, I see a dog! And gentlemen, this dog goes up to the tree and he piddles on it. Dog? What d'you want one of them for! I'm not going to clean it out. You said you'd clean the tiger out, but do you? No dogs! A Tiger? In Africa??? "Shhhhhhhh!!!!!" Quiet. Quiet. Now wait a minute. I have already warned this thread about infringing the Army copyright of our slogan 'It's a pig's life... man's life in the modern army'. I was just wondering whether it would be possible for me to join the women's army. :drool: How about `Dad's Navy'? Here, you wouldn't have got on one of our voyages. They were all dead butch.
  18. I was actually googling him and at one point I was like "sh*t...I can't find ANYTHING about this guy". Then I realized I was spelling it wrong!!! LOL On that note, ask him about his Polish ancestry.
  19. I can't tell the difference between Whizzo butter and this dead crab. You're quite clearly suffering from a repressive libido complex. From the war. THE WAR WOUND! The wound! The wound! Whatever you do, do NOT mention the dirty KNIFE!!!!! Yes, well, the thing is, we've got some people from America for dinner tonight, and... We must find and exterminate them. The Americans say if we don't, they will. If I may be allowed to say a few wordsssss........ Quiet! Silly person. Guards! Search the house. I must warn you that outside I have police dog Josephine, who is not only armed and trained to sniff out certain substances, but is also a junkie. Gentlemen, I see a dog! And gentlemen, this dog goes up to the tree and he piddles on it. Dog? What d'you want one of them for! I'm not going to clean it out. You said you'd clean the tiger out, but do you? No dogs! A Tiger? In Africa??? "Shhhhhhhh!!!!!" Quiet. Quiet. Now wait a minute. I have already warned this thread about infringing the Army copyright of our slogan 'It's a pig's life... man's life in the modern army'. I was just wondering whether it would be possible for me to join the women's army. :drool:
  20. I can't tell the difference between Whizzo butter and this dead crab. You're quite clearly suffering from a repressive libido complex.
  21. I quite like it. I really had my heart set on halibut. :pussy:
  22. You can start in small ways with ping-pong ball eyes and a funny voice and then you can paint half of your body red and the other half green and then you can jump up and down in a bowl of treacle going 'squawk, squawk, squawk.' The kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of Simon's unnatural sexual practices. I'm afraid I seem to have strayed somewhat from my original brief. But in a nutshell: sex is more fun than logic. In Holland in the early part of the fifteenth century there was three things important to social legislation... :hug2: You'll have to say the bit about 'Our chief weapons are ...' THIS SPEECH HAS BEEN VERIFIED BY ENCYCLOPEDIA BRITANNICA. :ebert: No Madam Robert, I'm a burglar, I burgle people. I just want to come in and ransack the flat. Honestly. You'd better take the bloody lupin too. :eyeroll: Well I've seen one. Well a little one... a picture of a... I've heard about them. Italian priests in custard, discussing vital matters of the day? :o I don't speak to priests, I go to the top. The Bishop. There's a dead bishop in the lobby, sir. I don't know who keeps bringing them in here. Ahh, yes. Well, I think I should point out first, 73, in all fairness, that we are not in fact the rescue committee. However, I have been asked to read the following prepared statement on behalf of the Movement. 'We, the People's Front of TRF, brackets, officials, end brackets, do hereby convey our sincere fraternal and sisterly greetings to you, 73, on this, the occasion of your martyrdom.' And we would like to commemorate Bastille Day, when we try to remember the names of all those from TRF who so gallantly gave their lives to keep China British. Yes, yes, speakee, speakee...me TRF's Blitish consul. Exclusively on the thread today we have the Foreign Secretary, who has just returned from the bitter fighting in the Gulf of Amman. He's going to tell us about canoeing. But first, here's Jackie to tell you how to rid the world of all known diseases. :bang bang: I am afraid he is suffering from what we doctors call whooping cough. That is the failure of the autonomic nervous section of the brain, to deal with the nerve impulses that enable you or I to retain some facts and eliminate others. You might even need a new brain. I'll have a look in the catalogue. Here we are. Battery lights, dynamo lights, rear lights, brains.
  23. You can start in small ways with ping-pong ball eyes and a funny voice and then you can paint half of your body red and the other half green and then you can jump up and down in a bowl of treacle going 'squawk, squawk, squawk.' The kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of Simon's unnatural sexual practices. I'm afraid I seem to have strayed somewhat from my original brief. But in a nutshell: sex is more fun than logic. In Holland in the early part of the fifteenth century there was three things important to social legislation... :hug2: You'll have to say the bit about 'Our chief weapons are ...' THIS SPEECH HAS BEEN VERIFIED BY ENCYCLOPEDIA BRITANNICA. :ebert: No Madam Robert, I'm a burglar, I burgle people. I just want to come in and ransack the flat. Honestly. You'd better take the bloody lupin too. :eyeroll: Well I've seen one. Well a little one... a picture of a... I've heard about them. Italian priests in custard, discussing vital matters of the day? :o I don't speak to priests, I go to the top. The Bishop. There's a dead bishop in the lobby, sir. I don't know who keeps bringing them in here. Ahh, yes. Well, I think I should point out first, 73, in all fairness, that we are not in fact the rescue committee. However, I have been asked to read the following prepared statement on behalf of the Movement. 'We, the People's Front of TRF, brackets, officials, end brackets, do hereby convey our sincere fraternal and sisterly greetings to you, 73, on this, the occasion of your martyrdom.' And we would like to commemorate Bastille Day, when we try to remember the names of all those from TRF who so gallantly gave their lives to keep China British. Yes, yes, speakee, speakee...me TRF's Blitish consul. Exclusively on the thread today we have the Foreign Secretary, who has just returned from the bitter fighting in the Gulf of Amman. He's going to tell us about canoeing. But first, here's Jackie to tell you how to rid the world of all known diseases. :bang bang:
  24. You can start in small ways with ping-pong ball eyes and a funny voice and then you can paint half of your body red and the other half green and then you can jump up and down in a bowl of treacle going 'squawk, squawk, squawk.' The kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of Simon's unnatural sexual practices. I'm afraid I seem to have strayed somewhat from my original brief. But in a nutshell: sex is more fun than logic. In Holland in the early part of the fifteenth century there was three things important to social legislation... :hug2: You'll have to say the bit about 'Our chief weapons are ...' THIS SPEECH HAS BEEN VERIFIED BY ENCYCLOPEDIA BRITANNICA. :ebert: No Madam Robert, I'm a burglar, I burgle people. I just want to come in and ransack the flat. Honestly. You'd better take the bloody lupin too. :eyeroll: Well I've seen one. Well a little one... a picture of a... I've heard about them. Italian priests in custard, discussing vital matters of the day? :o I don't speak to priests, I go to the top. The Bishop. There's a dead bishop in the lobby, sir. I don't know who keeps bringing them in here. Ahh, yes. Well, I think I should point out first, 73, in all fairness, that we are not in fact the rescue committee. However, I have been asked to read the following prepared statement on behalf of the Movement. 'We, the People's Front of TRF, brackets, officials, end brackets, do hereby convey our sincere fraternal and sisterly greetings to you, 73, on this, the occasion of your martyrdom.' And we would like to commemorate Bastille Day, when we try to remember the names of all those from TRF who so gallantly gave their lives to keep China British. Yes, yes, speakee, speakee...me TRF's Blitish consul.
  25. You can start in small ways with ping-pong ball eyes and a funny voice and then you can paint half of your body red and the other half green and then you can jump up and down in a bowl of treacle going 'squawk, squawk, squawk.' The kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of Simon's unnatural sexual practices. I'm afraid I seem to have strayed somewhat from my original brief. But in a nutshell: sex is more fun than logic. In Holland in the early part of the fifteenth century there was three things important to social legislation... :hug2: You'll have to say the bit about 'Our chief weapons are ...' THIS SPEECH HAS BEEN VERIFIED BY ENCYCLOPEDIA BRITANNICA. :ebert: No Madam Robert, I'm a burglar, I burgle people. I just want to come in and ransack the flat. Honestly. You'd better take the bloody lupin too. :eyeroll: Well I've seen one. Well a little one... a picture of a... I've heard about them. Italian priests in custard, discussing vital matters of the day? :o
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