blackhawkrush

Look at them, bloody Catholics, filling the bloody world up with bloody people they can't afford to bloody feed. I showed you how to make a small plate of goulash go round twenty-six people. :huh: It was smelly, and obscene and disgusting and I hate it, I hate it. Yandelvayasna grldenvi stravenka. :moon:

Look at them, bloody Catholics, filling the bloody world up with bloody people they can't afford to bloody feed. I showed you how to make a small plate of goulash go round twenty-six people. :huh:

Oh, they won't mind. They're very broad-minded. :drool:

Learn the true story of this man. Len Hanky. Chiropodist, voyeur, hen teaser. The man of whom the Chairman of Fiat once said... :codger: Aha! No, you want room 12A, next door. Oh please, just a little about the appalling conditions under which you live. :| What's this, then? 'Romanes Eunt Domus'? 'People called Romanes they go the house'? He must have died while carving it. :huh: Here - he says he's not dead! He's bluffing. Your mind's gone, Jenkins. :crazy: You're rubbish. I'm afraid there's been an error in our computer. The correct answer should of course have been number four, and not Katy Boyle. :goodone: Number four. The bridge of the nose. He is the keeper of the Bridge of Death. He asks each traveller five questions - I would like to ask the team what changes they would make if they were Hitler? :unsure: I ... want... to see a sketch of Eric's please... Eric the fish. He's an halibut. :pussy: No! It's Eric the half a bee! You mean you don't make any honey at all? :rose: Well why do you have a week? Well, we do it to make sure that you're serious about wanting insurance, I mean, if you're not, you won't spend a couple of months filling up that enormous churn with mmm, so on and so on... It means you can have an emergency supply underneath the vestry of 5,000 gallons. :spitwater: The wooden thing? :yes: Put her in the Comfy Chair!

Learn the true story of this man. Len Hanky. Chiropodist, voyeur, hen teaser. The man of whom the Chairman of Fiat once said... :codger: Aha! No, you want room 12A, next door. Oh please, just a little about the appalling conditions under which you live. :| What's this, then? 'Romanes Eunt Domus'? 'People called Romanes they go the house'? He must have died while carving it. :huh: Here - he says he's not dead! He's bluffing. Your mind's gone, Jenkins. :crazy: You're rubbish. I'm afraid there's been an error in our computer. The correct answer should of course have been number four, and not Katy Boyle. :goodone: Number four. The bridge of the nose. He is the keeper of the Bridge of Death. He asks each traveller five questions - I would like to ask the team what changes they would make if they were Hitler? :unsure: I ... want... to see a sketch of Eric's please... Eric the fish. He's an halibut. :pussy: No! It's Eric the half a bee! You mean you don't make any honey at all? :rose: Well why do you have a week? Well, we do it to make sure that you're serious about wanting insurance, I mean, if you're not, you won't spend a couple of months filling up that enormous churn with mmm, so on and so on... It means you can have an emergency supply underneath the vestry of 5,000 gallons. :spitwater:

Learn the true story of this man. Len Hanky. Chiropodist, voyeur, hen teaser. The man of whom the Chairman of Fiat once said... :codger: Aha! No, you want room 12A, next door. Oh please, just a little about the appalling conditions under which you live. :| What's this, then? 'Romanes Eunt Domus'? 'People called Romanes they go the house'? He must have died while carving it. :huh: Here - he says he's not dead! He's bluffing. Your mind's gone, Jenkins. :crazy: You're rubbish. I'm afraid there's been an error in our computer. The correct answer should of course have been number four, and not Katy Boyle. :goodone: Number four. The bridge of the nose. He is the keeper of the Bridge of Death. He asks each traveller five questions - I would like to ask the team what changes they would make if they were Hitler? :unsure: I ... want... to see a sketch of Eric's please... Eric the fish. He's an halibut. :pussy: No! It's Eric the half a bee! You mean you don't make any honey at all? :rose: Well why do you have a week?

Learn the true story of this man. Len Hanky. Chiropodist, voyeur, hen teaser. The man of whom the Chairman of Fiat once said... :codger: Aha! No, you want room 12A, next door. Oh please, just a little about the appalling conditions under which you live. :| What's this, then? 'Romanes Eunt Domus'? 'People called Romanes they go the house'? He must have died while carving it. :huh: Here - he says he's not dead! He's bluffing. Your mind's gone, Jenkins. :crazy: You're rubbish. I'm afraid there's been an error in our computer. The correct answer should of course have been number four, and not Katy Boyle. :goodone: Number four. The bridge of the nose. He is the keeper of the Bridge of Death. He asks each traveller five questions - I would like to ask the team what changes they would make if they were Hitler? :unsure: I ... want... to see a sketch of Eric's please... Eric the fish. He's an halibut. :pussy:

Learn the true story of this man. Len Hanky. Chiropodist, voyeur, hen teaser. The man of whom the Chairman of Fiat once said... :codger: Aha! No, you want room 12A, next door. Oh please, just a little about the appalling conditions under which you live. :| What's this, then? 'Romanes Eunt Domus'? 'People called Romanes they go the house'? He must have died while carving it. :huh: Here - he says he's not dead! He's bluffing. Your mind's gone, Jenkins. :crazy: You're rubbish. I'm afraid there's been an error in our computer. The correct answer should of course have been number four, and not Katy Boyle. :goodone: Number four. The bridge of the nose. He is the keeper of the Bridge of Death. He asks each traveller five questions - I would like to ask the team what changes they would make if they were Hitler? :unsure:

Learn the true story of this man. Len Hanky. Chiropodist, voyeur, hen teaser. The man of whom the Chairman of Fiat once said... :codger: Aha! No, you want room 12A, next door. Oh please, just a little about the appalling conditions under which you live. :| What's this, then? 'Romanes Eunt Domus'? 'People called Romanes they go the house'? He must have died while carving it. :huh: Here - he says he's not dead! He's bluffing. Your mind's gone, Jenkins. :crazy: You're rubbish. I'm afraid there's been an error in our computer. The correct answer should of course have been number four, and not Katy Boyle. :goodone: Number four. The bridge of the nose.

Learn the true story of this man. Len Hanky. Chiropodist, voyeur, hen teaser. The man of whom the Chairman of Fiat once said... :codger: Aha! No, you want room 12A, next door. Oh please, just a little about the appalling conditions under which you live. :| What's this, then? 'Romanes Eunt Domus'? 'People called Romanes they go the house'? He must have died while carving it. :huh: Here - he says he's not dead! He's bluffing. Your mind's gone, Jenkins. :crazy: You're rubbish.

Learn the true story of this man. Len Hanky. Chiropodist, voyeur, hen teaser. The man of whom the Chairman of Fiat once said... :codger: Aha! No, you want room 12A, next door. Oh please, just a little about the appalling conditions under which you live. :| What's this, then? 'Romanes Eunt Domus'? 'People called Romanes they go the house'? He must have died while carving it. :huh:

Learn the true story of this man. Len Hanky. Chiropodist, voyeur, hen teaser. The man of whom the Chairman of Fiat once said... :codger: Aha! No, you want room 12A, next door. Oh please, just a little about the appalling conditions under which you live. :|

Learn the true story of this man. Len Hanky. Chiropodist, voyeur, hen teaser. The man of whom the Chairman of Fiat once said... :codger:

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police. Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol. When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza: I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's. :zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton. The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene. Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o Are there any women here today? :drool: Well what's that got to do with my bloody music? Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy, and I feel like-a-loving you. :huh: Meow, we're going down to raid the tuck shop. Well, if you're going out, don't forget we've got the Your_Lions coming for :macallan: so don't forget to order some pikelets. Well, what fish 'ave you got that isn't jugged? I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir,. We get it fresh on Monday. :) That was a little item entitled Hide-and-Seek - very anarchic, very effective, not quite my cup of tea, but very nice for the younger people. Yes indeed, there was a certain lack of originality. :eyeroll: And now for something completely the same - a man with three buttocks. Hello? Oh, did we? And now for something completely different. A man with three noses. 'Ere now. This is a very interesting one. This is from a Mr. P.F. Bradshaw. :rose: Well, do sit down then Mr Throatwobbler Mangrove. :tsk: Park your hips on the sitting device.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police. Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol. When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza: I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's. :zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton. The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene. Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o Are there any women here today? :drool: Well what's that got to do with my bloody music? Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy, and I feel like-a-loving you. :huh: Meow, we're going down to raid the tuck shop. Well, if you're going out, don't forget we've got the Your_Lions coming for :macallan: so don't forget to order some pikelets. Well, what fish 'ave you got that isn't jugged? I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir,. We get it fresh on Monday. :) That was a little item entitled Hide-and-Seek - very anarchic, very effective, not quite my cup of tea, but very nice for the younger people. Yes indeed, there was a certain lack of originality. :eyeroll: And now for something completely the same - a man with three buttocks. Hello? Oh, did we? And now for something completely different. A man with three noses. 'Ere now. This is a very interesting one. This is from a Mr. P.F. Bradshaw. :rose:

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police. Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol. When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza: I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's. :zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton. The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene. Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o Are there any women here today? :drool: Well what's that got to do with my bloody music? Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy, and I feel like-a-loving you. :huh: Meow, we're going down to raid the tuck shop. Well, if you're going out, don't forget we've got the Your_Lions coming for :macallan: so don't forget to order some pikelets. Well, what fish 'ave you got that isn't jugged? I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir,. We get it fresh on Monday. :) That was a little item entitled Hide-and-Seek - very anarchic, very effective, not quite my cup of tea, but very nice for the younger people. Yes indeed, there was a certain lack of originality. :eyeroll:

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police. Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol. When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza: I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's. :zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton. The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene. Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o Are there any women here today? :drool: Well what's that got to do with my bloody music? Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy, and I feel like-a-loving you. :huh: Meow, we're going down to raid the tuck shop. Well, if you're going out, don't forget we've got the Your_Lions coming for :macallan: so don't forget to order some pikelets. Well, what fish 'ave you got that isn't jugged? I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir,. We get it fresh on Monday. :)

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police. Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol. When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza: I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's. :zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton. The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene. Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o Are there any women here today? :drool: Well what's that got to do with my bloody music? Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy, and I feel like-a-loving you. :huh: Meow, we're going down to raid the tuck shop. Well, if you're going out, don't forget we've got the Your_Lions coming for :macallan: so don't forget to order some pikelets.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police. Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol. When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza: I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's. :zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton. The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene. Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o Are there any women here today? :drool: Well what's that got to do with my bloody music? Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy, and I feel like-a-loving you. :huh:

Yes, too bad it wasn't so definitive right when it happened. I let out a little yell and my wife heard it in the bathroom. She came out thinking she has to settle me down before I wake up the neighborhood. Then we stood there watching the replay and all hell broke loose. :)

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police. Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol. When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza: I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's. :zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton. The Glasgow Orpheus male voice choir were tackling the difficult north part. All together, fourteen expeditions were at the scene. Yes, but why do they think they're birds? :o Are there any women here today? :drool:

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police. Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol. When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza: I mean, that's the sort of petty critical niggling that's dogged my career. It makes me sick. I mean, as soon as I'd made 'Midnight Cowboy' with the vicar as Ratso Rizzo, John Schlesinger rushes out his version, and gets it premiered while mine's still at the chemist's. :zzz: Oh, oh I'm sorry. I thought the film was longer...now Notlob...er, Bolton.

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police. Of course I am. Me vely impoltant Itarian firm dilectol. When I saw your film, it did seem to me that you had taken a rather subjective approach to it. :pizza: :drool: :pizza:

:o The man who has been speaking to you is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police.

I'm not going to mince words with you. I'm going to offer you a Research Fellowship on the Anglo-PSG silly walk. :chickendance: Oh, I got two legs from my waist to the ground, andWhen I move 'em they walk around, and When I lift 'em they climb the stairs, and When I shave 'em they ain't got hairs And the whole thing is subservient to this small command module, the, as it were, head of the whole, as it were, body. :eh: And then you sit on the tarmac for four hours because of unforeseen difficulties, i.e. the permanent strike of air traffic control over Paris. When you finally get to Malaga airport, everybody's queueing for the bloody toilet, and queueing for the bloody half-customs officers, and queueing for the bloody bus that isn't there, waiting to take you to the hotel that hasn't yet been built. Sir Simon, prithee rest awhile. :cheers: Oh. Ooh. Great. That's great. What a day. I want to see the Merle Oberon picture. IT CERTAINLY IS A LOVELY DAY ALL RIGHT. :sundog: IT WAS LOVELY YESTERDAY. HA. HA. HA. *FIN* Um, I'm sorry about the ... the, er, pause, only I'm afraid the thread is a couple of minutes short this week. You know, sometimes the posts aren't really quite as er, long as they ought to be. :sundog: Beautiful, isn't it. Look there's not really a great deal of point in your, sort of hanging on at your end, because I'm afraid there aren't any more jokes or anything. Nobody expects the Spa :oops: Oh, bugger. I use two kinds of aftershave lotion - Frankincense, Myrrh - three kinds of aftershave lotion, Frankincense, Myrrh, Sandalwood - four kinds of aftershave lotion. Frankincense, ... I wash my face...but my legs...my stomach...my chest, they're filthy. :codger: Splendid. Just listen to those thighs. And now it's the North East's turn with the Samba. Brian. Well, a fine horse, Brian. You know, you can't go wrong. :beathorse: Ooh, that was lucky. I never even heard of him. People are saying that the kid ought to be buried after his head's come off in the last six fights. :unsure: