blackhawkrush

Here you see the legs, used for walking around, and which can be jettisoned at night. And this is the main trunk, the power house of the whole thing, incorporating of course the naughty bits, which were extremely naughty for his time. Look, we can't afford them. The BBC are short of money as it is. :tsk: Forget about the ice cream. We need the money. But remember the money increases as the film goes on. So the longer you leave it...the more you have to pay! :D I was sitting on a park bench just now and I put my coat down and when I picked it up again I found my wallet had gone and £15 had been stolen. :unsure: But you know, we were happy in those days, although we were poor. You know kids were very different then. They didn't have their heads filled with all this Cartesian dualism. Well, they come up to you, like, and push you - shove you off the pavement. :scared:

Here you see the legs, used for walking around, and which can be jettisoned at night. And this is the main trunk, the power house of the whole thing, incorporating of course the naughty bits, which were extremely naughty for his time. Look, we can't afford them. The BBC are short of money as it is. :tsk:

Well let's have a look at a clip in which Julius Incisor .... :o Caesar... talks to his generals during the battle against Caractacus. Well, now Lancelot, Galahad and I wait till nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit. :madra: :madra: :madra: I'm a librarian in a skin. But you made one fatal mistake... you see, this wasn't a Hunalyser... it was an Alexander the Greatalyser. Take him away, Beryl! Yes-I-can't-believe-it-I-thought-the-bloke-who'd-done-that-was-put-inside-last-year. Oh, yes yes, he's the one. He done it. I'd recognize him anywhere...sorry, super. :blush: Number thirteen. The naughty bits of a horse. WRITTEN BY TALBOT ROTHWELL AND MIREILLE MATHIEU. :hi: :hi: BASED ON AN IDEA BY EDWARD VII. I'll tell you what's wrong with you. Your head's addled with novels and poems, you come home every evening reeling of Château La Tour! :o I've never even been to Spain. :huh: And furthermore I suggest that you are none other than Ron Higgins, professional blackhawkrush impersonator. :eh: And so, m'lud, it only remains for you to pass the most savage sentence on :drool: that the law can provide. Very well... Firstly, you must find... another shrubbery! Then, when you have found the shrubbery, you must place it here beside this shrubbery, only slightly higher so you get the two-level effect with a little path running down the middle.Then, when you have found the shrubbery, you must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest... with... a herring! :blink: Well, all right, all right, but only ... if you come on a camping holiday with me. Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it :coy: All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir. A world where men and women of all races and creeds can live together in communion and then in the twilight of this life, our children, and our children's children and... ...whilst Mary, Roger's half-sister, settles down to watch television. :fuckinputer: ... and our figures show that the motorways are extremely popular. I mean, last time we showed a repeat of the Leicester bypass our ratings gave us 97,300,912, and ITV nought. So I do feel we ought to give B roads their own series. Yes, everyone is welcome to North Molden, which is within easy reach of the proposed M25. :ebert:

Well let's have a look at a clip in which Julius Incisor .... :o Caesar... talks to his generals during the battle against Caractacus. Well, now Lancelot, Galahad and I wait till nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit. :madra: :madra: :madra: I'm a librarian in a skin. But you made one fatal mistake... you see, this wasn't a Hunalyser... it was an Alexander the Greatalyser. Take him away, Beryl! Yes-I-can't-believe-it-I-thought-the-bloke-who'd-done-that-was-put-inside-last-year. Oh, yes yes, he's the one. He done it. I'd recognize him anywhere...sorry, super. :blush: Number thirteen. The naughty bits of a horse. WRITTEN BY TALBOT ROTHWELL AND MIREILLE MATHIEU. :hi: :hi: BASED ON AN IDEA BY EDWARD VII. I'll tell you what's wrong with you. Your head's addled with novels and poems, you come home every evening reeling of Château La Tour! :o I've never even been to Spain. :huh: And furthermore I suggest that you are none other than Ron Higgins, professional blackhawkrush impersonator. :eh: And so, m'lud, it only remains for you to pass the most savage sentence on :drool: that the law can provide. Very well... Firstly, you must find... another shrubbery! Then, when you have found the shrubbery, you must place it here beside this shrubbery, only slightly higher so you get the two-level effect with a little path running down the middle.Then, when you have found the shrubbery, you must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest... with... a herring! :blink: Well, all right, all right, but only ... if you come on a camping holiday with me. Heavens, it's my lucky day, isn't it :coy: All right, but you'll have to wait until I've married these two, sir. A world where men and women of all races and creeds can live together in communion and then in the twilight of this life, our children, and our children's children and... ...whilst Mary, Roger's half-sister, settles down to watch television. :fuckinputer:

Happy Anniversary, Jim! :cosmo: :hockey: :cosmo:

Well let's have a look at a clip in which Julius Incisor .... :o Caesar... talks to his generals during the battle against Caractacus. Well, now Lancelot, Galahad and I wait till nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit. :madra: :madra: :madra: I'm a librarian in a skin. But you made one fatal mistake... you see, this wasn't a Hunalyser... it was an Alexander the Greatalyser. Take him away, Beryl! Yes-I-can't-believe-it-I-thought-the-bloke-who'd-done-that-was-put-inside-last-year. Oh, yes yes, he's the one. He done it. I'd recognize him anywhere...sorry, super. :blush: Number thirteen. The naughty bits of a horse. WRITTEN BY TALBOT ROTHWELL AND MIREILLE MATHIEU. :hi: :hi: BASED ON AN IDEA BY EDWARD VII. I'll tell you what's wrong with you. Your head's addled with novels and poems, you come home every evening reeling of Château La Tour! :o I've never even been to Spain. :huh: And furthermore I suggest that you are none other than Ron Higgins, professional blackhawkrush impersonator. :eh: And so, m'lud, it only remains for you to pass the most savage sentence on :drool: that the law can provide.

Well let's have a look at a clip in which Julius Incisor .... :o Caesar... talks to his generals during the battle against Caractacus. Well, now Lancelot, Galahad and I wait till nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit. :madra: :madra: :madra: I'm a librarian in a skin. But you made one fatal mistake... you see, this wasn't a Hunalyser... it was an Alexander the Greatalyser. Take him away, Beryl! Yes-I-can't-believe-it-I-thought-the-bloke-who'd-done-that-was-put-inside-last-year. Oh, yes yes, he's the one. He done it. I'd recognize him anywhere...sorry, super. :blush: Number thirteen. The naughty bits of a horse. WRITTEN BY TALBOT ROTHWELL AND MIREILLE MATHIEU. :hi: :hi: BASED ON AN IDEA BY EDWARD VII. I'll tell you what's wrong with you. Your head's addled with novels and poems, you come home every evening reeling of Château La Tour! :o I've never even been to Spain. :huh:

Well let's have a look at a clip in which Julius Incisor .... :o Caesar... talks to his generals during the battle against Caractacus. Well, now Lancelot, Galahad and I wait till nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit. :madra: :madra: :madra: I'm a librarian in a skin. But you made one fatal mistake... you see, this wasn't a Hunalyser... it was an Alexander the Greatalyser. Take him away, Beryl! Yes-I-can't-believe-it-I-thought-the-bloke-who'd-done-that-was-put-inside-last-year. Oh, yes yes, he's the one. He done it. I'd recognize him anywhere...sorry, super. :blush: Number thirteen. The naughty bits of a horse. WRITTEN BY TALBOT ROTHWELL AND MIREILLE MATHIEU. :hi: :hi: BASED ON AN IDEA BY EDWARD VII.

Well let's have a look at a clip in which Julius Incisor .... :o Caesar... talks to his generals during the battle against Caractacus. Well, now Lancelot, Galahad and I wait till nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit. :madra: :madra: :madra: I'm a librarian in a skin. But you made one fatal mistake... you see, this wasn't a Hunalyser... it was an Alexander the Greatalyser. Take him away, Beryl! Yes-I-can't-believe-it-I-thought-the-bloke-who'd-done-that-was-put-inside-last-year. Oh, yes yes, he's the one. He done it. I'd recognize him anywhere...sorry, super. :blush:

Well let's have a look at a clip in which Julius Incisor .... :o Caesar... talks to his generals during the battle against Caractacus. Well, now Lancelot, Galahad and I wait till nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit. :madra: :madra: :madra:

Tonight on 'Video Vertigo' we examine the question, 'Is there a life after death?'. And here to discuss it are three dead people. Gentlemen, is there a life after death or not? Our first contestant is a hairdresser from... :bang bang: :coy: 'The Lost World of Roiurama'. Well did you er, did you see anyone take it, anyone hanging around or... :ph34r: I am looking - it's the only way I keep my eyelids apart! Boom-boom! Every one a Maserati! Well, I object to all this sex on the television. I mean, I keep falling off. :( Why do I have to hang from this bloody gas bag all day? Don't I mean anything to you? And the big news this afternoon is that the British boy Simon Rogers has succeeded in swapping his nine-stone Welsh-born wife :whipgirl: for a Ford Popular and a complete set of Dickens. I met my second wife at a second-wife-swapping party :)Trust me to arrive late :( That came out a bit glib didn't it? Have you got an alarm clock in there, sir? :yes: It's half past nine and nearly time for six past nine. Look, I stopped your sketch five minutes ago. So get out of shot. Right director! Close up. Zoom in on me. That's better. Ooh, get her! Whoops! I've got your number, ducky. :coy: Splendid! Um, incidentally, do call me Meow, I don't want you bothering with any of this "Mayra" nonsense! :laughing yellow guy: Eddie baby, when you first started... Here! Don't you start doing a documentary on us, young lady. Sorry, sorry, IbanezJem. Can we just go again from where Meow comes in. We're getting bad sound, OK?Page 112, take 2. Action! Yes! Coming to this forum soon! The tender compassionate story of one man's love for another man in drag. THRILL! to the excitement of a night emission over Germany. Oh, can't you do better than that? I've seen it a million times. I've seen it and seen it. :eyeroll: What - a swallow carrying a coconut? Yeah, we did it for Caesar's Christmas Show. :zzz:

Tonight on 'Video Vertigo' we examine the question, 'Is there a life after death?'. And here to discuss it are three dead people. Gentlemen, is there a life after death or not? Our first contestant is a hairdresser from... :bang bang: :coy: 'The Lost World of Roiurama'. Well did you er, did you see anyone take it, anyone hanging around or... :ph34r: I am looking - it's the only way I keep my eyelids apart! Boom-boom! Every one a Maserati! Well, I object to all this sex on the television. I mean, I keep falling off. :( Why do I have to hang from this bloody gas bag all day? Don't I mean anything to you? And the big news this afternoon is that the British boy Simon Rogers has succeeded in swapping his nine-stone Welsh-born wife :whipgirl: for a Ford Popular and a complete set of Dickens. I met my second wife at a second-wife-swapping party :)Trust me to arrive late :( That came out a bit glib didn't it? Have you got an alarm clock in there, sir? :yes: It's half past nine and nearly time for six past nine. Look, I stopped your sketch five minutes ago. So get out of shot. Right director! Close up. Zoom in on me. That's better. Ooh, get her! Whoops! I've got your number, ducky. :coy: Splendid! Um, incidentally, do call me Meow, I don't want you bothering with any of this "Mayra" nonsense! :laughing yellow guy: Eddie baby, when you first started... Here! Don't you start doing a documentary on us, young lady. Sorry, sorry, IbanezJem. Can we just go again from where Meow comes in. We're getting bad sound, OK?Page 112, take 2. Action! Yes! Coming to this forum soon! The tender compassionate story of one man's love for another man in drag. THRILL! to the excitement of a night emission over Germany. Oh, can't you do better than that? I've seen it a million times. I've seen it and seen it. :eyeroll:

Tonight on 'Video Vertigo' we examine the question, 'Is there a life after death?'. And here to discuss it are three dead people. Gentlemen, is there a life after death or not? Our first contestant is a hairdresser from... :bang bang: :coy: 'The Lost World of Roiurama'. Well did you er, did you see anyone take it, anyone hanging around or... :ph34r: I am looking - it's the only way I keep my eyelids apart! Boom-boom! Every one a Maserati! Well, I object to all this sex on the television. I mean, I keep falling off. :( Why do I have to hang from this bloody gas bag all day? Don't I mean anything to you? And the big news this afternoon is that the British boy Simon Rogers has succeeded in swapping his nine-stone Welsh-born wife :whipgirl: for a Ford Popular and a complete set of Dickens. I met my second wife at a second-wife-swapping party :)Trust me to arrive late :( That came out a bit glib didn't it? Have you got an alarm clock in there, sir? :yes: It's half past nine and nearly time for six past nine. Look, I stopped your sketch five minutes ago. So get out of shot. Right director! Close up. Zoom in on me. That's better. Ooh, get her! Whoops! I've got your number, ducky. :coy: Splendid! Um, incidentally, do call me Meow, I don't want you bothering with any of this "Mayra" nonsense! :laughing yellow guy: Eddie baby, when you first started... Here! Don't you start doing a documentary on us, young lady. Sorry, sorry, IbanezJem. Can we just go again from where Meow comes in. We're getting bad sound, OK?Page 112, take 2. Action! What about my rustic monologue? I'm not sleeping with that admin again. :codger:

Tonight on 'Video Vertigo' we examine the question, 'Is there a life after death?'. And here to discuss it are three dead people. Gentlemen, is there a life after death or not? Our first contestant is a hairdresser from... :bang bang: :coy: 'The Lost World of Roiurama'. Well did you er, did you see anyone take it, anyone hanging around or... :ph34r: I am looking - it's the only way I keep my eyelids apart! Boom-boom! Every one a Maserati! Well, I object to all this sex on the television. I mean, I keep falling off. :( Why do I have to hang from this bloody gas bag all day? Don't I mean anything to you? And the big news this afternoon is that the British boy Simon Rogers has succeeded in swapping his nine-stone Welsh-born wife :whipgirl: for a Ford Popular and a complete set of Dickens. I met my second wife at a second-wife-swapping party :)Trust me to arrive late :( That came out a bit glib didn't it? Have you got an alarm clock in there, sir? :yes: It's half past nine and nearly time for six past nine. Look, I stopped your sketch five minutes ago. So get out of shot. Right director! Close up. Zoom in on me. That's better. Ooh, get her! Whoops! I've got your number, ducky. :coy:

Tonight on 'Video Vertigo' we examine the question, 'Is there a life after death?'. And here to discuss it are three dead people. Gentlemen, is there a life after death or not? Our first contestant is a hairdresser from... :bang bang: :coy: 'The Lost World of Roiurama'. Well did you er, did you see anyone take it, anyone hanging around or... :ph34r: I am looking - it's the only way I keep my eyelids apart! Boom-boom! Every one a Maserati! Well, I object to all this sex on the television. I mean, I keep falling off. :( Why do I have to hang from this bloody gas bag all day? Don't I mean anything to you? And the big news this afternoon is that the British boy Simon Rogers has succeeded in swapping his nine-stone Welsh-born wife :whipgirl: for a Ford Popular and a complete set of Dickens. I met my second wife at a second-wife-swapping party :)Trust me to arrive late :( That came out a bit glib didn't it? Have you got an alarm clock in there, sir? :yes: It's half past nine and nearly time for six past nine.

Tonight on 'Video Vertigo' we examine the question, 'Is there a life after death?'. And here to discuss it are three dead people. Gentlemen, is there a life after death or not? Our first contestant is a hairdresser from... :bang bang: :coy: 'The Lost World of Roiurama'. Well did you er, did you see anyone take it, anyone hanging around or... :ph34r: I am looking - it's the only way I keep my eyelids apart! Boom-boom! Every one a Maserati! Well, I object to all this sex on the television. I mean, I keep falling off. :( Why do I have to hang from this bloody gas bag all day? Don't I mean anything to you? And the big news this afternoon is that the British boy Simon Rogers has succeeded in swapping his nine-stone Welsh-born wife :whipgirl: for a Ford Popular and a complete set of Dickens.

Tonight on 'Video Vertigo' we examine the question, 'Is there a life after death?'. And here to discuss it are three dead people. Gentlemen, is there a life after death or not? Our first contestant is a hairdresser from... :bang bang: :coy: 'The Lost World of Roiurama'. Well did you er, did you see anyone take it, anyone hanging around or... :ph34r: I am looking - it's the only way I keep my eyelids apart! Boom-boom! Every one a Maserati! Well, I object to all this sex on the television. I mean, I keep falling off. :(

Tonight on 'Video Vertigo' we examine the question, 'Is there a life after death?'. And here to discuss it are three dead people. Gentlemen, is there a life after death or not? Our first contestant is a hairdresser from... :bang bang: :coy: 'The Lost World of Roiurama'. Well did you er, did you see anyone take it, anyone hanging around or... :ph34r:

Tonight on 'Video Vertigo' we examine the question, 'Is there a life after death?'. And here to discuss it are three dead people. Gentlemen, is there a life after death or not? Our first contestant is a hairdresser from... :bang bang: :coy:

What? It's acting innit? Well I'm a plumber. I can't act. :huh: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior! I'll do what I like, because I'm six foot five and I eat punks like you for breakfast. :geddy: When danger reared its ugly head, He bravely turned his tail and fled When we called at his house, we found that he had gone away on two weeks holiday. He had not left any forwarding address, and he had bolted and barred the house to prevent us getting in. However a neighbour told us where he was. :16ton: You are hereby ordered to vacate Mr Notlob forthwith. Oh, you want downstairs, 22A the basement. :yes: A very interesting constituency this: in addition to the official Silly candidate there is an unofficial Very Silly candidate in the slab of concrete, and he could well split the silly vote. Well, they get a lot of people at their rallies. :codger: :codger: :codger: Well, their Bocalist meetings. Oh sit down! Sit down! Sit down! There'll be plenty of time for that later on. Now boys, here's my idea... I don't like this outfit. We never break the bloody law. :wtf: The only way to bring the crime figures down is to reduce the number of offenses - get it out in the open - I know I have. The criminal mind is a strange and contorted one. Good evening. The mind is subject to severe mental stresses. Good evening. Guilt fears abound, good evening. In the subconscious in this state, one of our lads, with a fair training in the black arts can scare the fertilizer out of them. It's the uniform that puts them off, that and my bad breath. That's right, sir. Would you come this way, please? :bang bang: :heart: Ahh! It's me...me heart, sir. Yes, and you want me to hack a bit off. Wonderful what we can do nowadays. :) Ah! I see you have the machine that goes 'ping'.

What? It's acting innit? Well I'm a plumber. I can't act. :huh: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior! I'll do what I like, because I'm six foot five and I eat punks like you for breakfast. :geddy: When danger reared its ugly head, He bravely turned his tail and fled When we called at his house, we found that he had gone away on two weeks holiday. He had not left any forwarding address, and he had bolted and barred the house to prevent us getting in. However a neighbour told us where he was. :16ton: You are hereby ordered to vacate Mr Notlob forthwith. Oh, you want downstairs, 22A the basement. :yes: A very interesting constituency this: in addition to the official Silly candidate there is an unofficial Very Silly candidate in the slab of concrete, and he could well split the silly vote. Well, they get a lot of people at their rallies. :codger: :codger: :codger: Well, their Bocalist meetings. Oh sit down! Sit down! Sit down! There'll be plenty of time for that later on. Now boys, here's my idea... I don't like this outfit. We never break the bloody law. :wtf: The only way to bring the crime figures down is to reduce the number of offenses - get it out in the open - I know I have. The criminal mind is a strange and contorted one. Good evening. The mind is subject to severe mental stresses. Good evening. Guilt fears abound, good evening. In the subconscious in this state, one of our lads, with a fair training in the black arts can scare the fertilizer out of them. It's the uniform that puts them off, that and my bad breath. That's right, sir. Would you come this way, please? :bang bang: :heart: Ahh! It's me...me heart, sir.

What? It's acting innit? Well I'm a plumber. I can't act. :huh: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior! I'll do what I like, because I'm six foot five and I eat punks like you for breakfast. :geddy: When danger reared its ugly head, He bravely turned his tail and fled When we called at his house, we found that he had gone away on two weeks holiday. He had not left any forwarding address, and he had bolted and barred the house to prevent us getting in. However a neighbour told us where he was. :16ton: You are hereby ordered to vacate Mr Notlob forthwith. Oh, you want downstairs, 22A the basement. :yes: A very interesting constituency this: in addition to the official Silly candidate there is an unofficial Very Silly candidate in the slab of concrete, and he could well split the silly vote. Well, they get a lot of people at their rallies. :codger: :codger: :codger: Well, their Bocalist meetings. Oh sit down! Sit down! Sit down! There'll be plenty of time for that later on. Now boys, here's my idea... I don't like this outfit. We never break the bloody law. :wtf:

What? It's acting innit? Well I'm a plumber. I can't act. :huh: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior! I'll do what I like, because I'm six foot five and I eat punks like you for breakfast. :geddy: When danger reared its ugly head, He bravely turned his tail and fled When we called at his house, we found that he had gone away on two weeks holiday. He had not left any forwarding address, and he had bolted and barred the house to prevent us getting in. However a neighbour told us where he was. :16ton: You are hereby ordered to vacate Mr Notlob forthwith. Oh, you want downstairs, 22A the basement. :yes: A very interesting constituency this: in addition to the official Silly candidate there is an unofficial Very Silly candidate in the slab of concrete, and he could well split the silly vote. Well, they get a lot of people at their rallies. :codger: :codger: :codger: Well, their Bocalist meetings.

What? It's acting innit? Well I'm a plumber. I can't act. :huh: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior! I'll do what I like, because I'm six foot five and I eat punks like you for breakfast. :geddy: When danger reared its ugly head, He bravely turned his tail and fled When we called at his house, we found that he had gone away on two weeks holiday. He had not left any forwarding address, and he had bolted and barred the house to prevent us getting in. However a neighbour told us where he was. :16ton: You are hereby ordered to vacate Mr Notlob forthwith. Oh, you want downstairs, 22A the basement. :yes:

Now wait there stranger. A man can run and run for year after year until he realizes that what he's running from...is hisself But the winner was Mrs. No-Supper-For-You from Norwood in Lancashire. :chickendance: For it was her courage, foresight and understanding that enabled us to probe beneath the sophisticated veneer of the Royal Arsenal Women's College, Bagshot ... and learn the true story of this man ... :gumby: All right, I confess, I'm a smuggler. This whole case is crammed full of :cheerleader: :cheerleader: :cheerleader: I'm afraid that's just one of his stories. You must understand that a blancmange impersonator and cannibal has to use some pretty clever stories to allay suspicion. Old Nick, the Sea Captain, was a rough, tough, jolly sort of fellow. :hi: :musicnote: He cuts down trees, he wears high heels, suspenders and a .... a Bra???? :blink: And Ramsay MacDonald becomes, for the second time, Prime Minister of England. :coy: Replying, the Shadow Minister said he could no longer deny the rumors, but he and the Dachshund were very happy. And in any case he argued Rhubarb was cheap, and what was the harm in a sauna bath? ...whilst losing unsightly tummy bulge. :atickhum: And the inches stay off. Before he started fixing, he used to get through four Jehovah's witnesses a day. And he used to eat all of them, except the pamphlets. This is extremely nasty, but we can't prosecute you for that. :fistbump: Oh, come on, m'lud, you've got to give me life... Well, ten years at least. Not so fast. None of your smart answers. You think you're so clever. Well, I'm Dim. :cool: Blackhawkrush takes idiotting seriously. He is up at six o'clock every morning working on special training equipment designed to keep him silly. And of course he takes great pride in his appearance. The hair is by Roger :coy: and the whole ensemble is crowned by a spectacular display of Christmas orchids. Of course, madam. It's Christmas every day in Heaven. Hey, I've got a present for you two kids in that bag. :wacko: I want you kids to get a-head. Stick a few wires through its cheeks. There you are, a lovely pussy cat. ;) I hope to God it works. Anyway, we shall know any minute now. :popcorn: