Your_Lion

Not only is the day 21/12... but the year is 21, and today is exactly 12 years since I joined the forum!!! :o

Aren't you going to say something about 'mine aren't but the Big Cheese gets his at low tide tonight'? ;) ;) ;) :huh: You try that around here, young man, and we'll slit your face. Give him a gelignite mouthwash. :spitwater: Well of course it's shorter, isn't it. And much less formal! That's a rather personal question, sir. :blush: Oh I can explain everything, my darling! :yes: Look, you go into the salle a manger...the dining room, right? And the sideboard is on your left, by the wall, beside the master's portrait. What am I bid for Vermeer's 'Lady Who Used to be at a Window'? Do I hear two bob? She has to keep her bra on. :banghead: Don't give me any trouble. Just pile up these baskets of filth and come with me. This is extremely nasty, but we can't prosecute you for that. There's also a record of someone reading the book of "Golden Age of Ballooning". :blush: At this time we'd like to up the tempo a little, change the 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 :notworthy: :musicnote: When you're chewing on life's gristle, don't grumble, give a whistle, and this'll help things turn out for the best. :musicnote: They should eat more fresh fruit. Ha! Or for drinks, why not buy a 'wicked willy' with a life-size winkle - serves warm beer. :cheers: I don't want to catch anyone not drinking in their room after lights out.

Aren't you going to say something about 'mine aren't but the Big Cheese gets his at low tide tonight'? ;) ;) ;) :huh: You try that around here, young man, and we'll slit your face. Give him a gelignite mouthwash. :spitwater: Well of course it's shorter, isn't it. And much less formal! That's a rather personal question, sir. :blush: Oh I can explain everything, my darling! :yes: Look, you go into the salle a manger...the dining room, right? And the sideboard is on your left, by the wall, beside the master's portrait. What am I bid for Vermeer's 'Lady Who Used to be at a Window'? Do I hear two bob? She has to keep her bra on. :banghead: Don't give me any trouble. Just pile up these baskets of filth and come with me. This is extremely nasty, but we can't prosecute you for that.

Aren't you going to say something about 'mine aren't but the Big Cheese gets his at low tide tonight'? ;) ;) ;) :huh:

Emilio Estevez

LOL :lol: I just had Charlie Sheen 4 posts ago Charlie Sheen in The Three Musketeers with Kiefer Sutherland

Enter the Dragon

All right, I'm going. One day you'll realize there's more to life than Monty Python. There's Get Smart and Green Acres and I Dream of Jeannie. :moon: Mr Robert`s remarkable views have sparked off a wave of controversy amongst his fellow comedy historians. But first, a bit of fun. "How you like hit with homatawk?" :smash: I thought you said it was a burglary :eh: :yes: Pawnee steal our rehearsal copies of 'Reluctant Debutante'. It was plain sailing apart from the arrest. :bang bang: :blah: I'm sorry about that, but I always introduce this programme, not him. Yes, tonight 'Probe Around' takes a look at crime. I was proceeding in a northerly direction up Alitalia Street when I saw the deceased standing at an upstairs window, baring her bosom at the general public :popcorn: I'm arresting you under "Getting out of posts without using a proper punchline Act". :bitchslap: Ooh! No! You shouldn't do that - no that's dangerous. Yes, they breed in the sewers, and eventually you get evil-smelling flocks of huge soiled punchlines flying out of people's lavatories infringing their personal freedom. Dear Sir, I object strongly to the obvious lavatorial turn this show has already taken. Why do we never hear about the good things on TRF, like blackhawkrush's wonderful jump in 1964? Yours etc., Ken Voyeur. It's only 'cos you couldn't think of a punchline. :P Shut up, Your_Lion! I haven't finished. Oh, by the way, congratulations on winning the Italian Grand Prix at Monza. The non-white car is out, and Your_Lion goes on to win with 100% protection. :D I just thought... I left the car on a meter... So, sir, that is, if I may say so, one hundred and eighty-four pounds one and a half p, sir. :drool: Yes, this is after tax. Owing to the rigorous bite of the income tax five pence of a further sixpence was swallowed up in tax. :clap: Bravo, Marge. Well done. Taxation is indeed the very nub of my gist. And they want to put the licence fee up? :rage: We've just heard that IbanezJem's watch has been accepted by the London Electricity Board and transmissions for this evening can be continued as planned.

All right, I'm going. One day you'll realize there's more to life than Monty Python. There's Get Smart and Green Acres and I Dream of Jeannie. :moon: Mr Robert`s remarkable views have sparked off a wave of controversy amongst his fellow comedy historians. But first, a bit of fun. "How you like hit with homatawk?" :smash: I thought you said it was a burglary :eh: :yes: Pawnee steal our rehearsal copies of 'Reluctant Debutante'. It was plain sailing apart from the arrest. :bang bang: :blah: I'm sorry about that, but I always introduce this programme, not him. Yes, tonight 'Probe Around' takes a look at crime. I was proceeding in a northerly direction up Alitalia Street when I saw the deceased standing at an upstairs window, baring her bosom at the general public :popcorn: I'm arresting you under "Getting out of posts without using a proper punchline Act". :bitchslap: Ooh! No! You shouldn't do that - no that's dangerous. Yes, they breed in the sewers, and eventually you get evil-smelling flocks of huge soiled punchlines flying out of people's lavatories infringing their personal freedom. Dear Sir, I object strongly to the obvious lavatorial turn this show has already taken. Why do we never hear about the good things on TRF, like blackhawkrush's wonderful jump in 1964? Yours etc., Ken Voyeur.

Now then, the first prize is this beautiful silver cup, which has been won by me. Next we come to the Fairfax Atkinson Trophy for outstanding achievement in the field of Applied Mathematics. Well, there was no-one this year who reached the required standard so it goes in my sack. Right. I'm taking this lot in in the name of Her Gracious Majesty Queen Elizabeth. The unsuspecting breakfast glides ever closer to its doom. :bang bang: Pang! Right in the toast. Poor breakfast. You see, if I split what's left, there'd be hardly any left for me at all. You've got more than he started with... so if I give you some of those... well now, look... have you got a bit of jewellery? If I give you that one and you have some of his coins Lenin. My friend. I come. :outtahere: He's a small man about this high with a high-pitched voice. :hi: A lot of people take offense even when I talk to them. Let alone when I specifically tell them about my being disturbing. :smash: I think I'm beginning to fall in love with you. It's silly isn't it? :nya nya: Here, you wouldn't have got on one of our voyages - they were all dead butch. I fought :cheerleader: with all my strength, but it was too much for me. :musicnote: When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled. :musicnote: Well, I had noticed that the lad with the thermonuclear device was the chief constable for the area. :scared: You see! There ought to be a safety catch on it, I mean ... ohhhh! :fury: I mean, what if this fell into the wrong hands? Now over to the exploding version of the "Blue Danube". :ph34r: Good Lord yes. The place is a constant blaze. Wooden buildings, d'you know. Much better than 'newspaper' or 'litterbin'. Ugh!...dreadful tinny sort of words. :boo hiss:

Now then, the first prize is this beautiful silver cup, which has been won by me. Next we come to the Fairfax Atkinson Trophy for outstanding achievement in the field of Applied Mathematics. Well, there was no-one this year who reached the required standard so it goes in my sack. Right. I'm taking this lot in in the name of Her Gracious Majesty Queen Elizabeth. The unsuspecting breakfast glides ever closer to its doom. :bang bang: Pang! Right in the toast. Poor breakfast. You see, if I split what's left, there'd be hardly any left for me at all. You've got more than he started with... so if I give you some of those... well now, look... have you got a bit of jewellery? If I give you that one and you have some of his coins Lenin. My friend. I come. :outtahere: He's a small man about this high with a high-pitched voice. :hi: A lot of people take offense even when I talk to them. Let alone when I specifically tell them about my being disturbing. :smash: I think I'm beginning to fall in love with you. It's silly isn't it? :nya nya: Here, you wouldn't have got on one of our voyages - they were all dead butch. I fought :cheerleader: with all my strength, but it was too much for me. :musicnote: When danger reared its ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled. :musicnote:

Now then, the first prize is this beautiful silver cup, which has been won by me. Next we come to the Fairfax Atkinson Trophy for outstanding achievement in the field of Applied Mathematics. Well, there was no-one this year who reached the required standard so it goes in my sack. Right. I'm taking this lot in in the name of Her Gracious Majesty Queen Elizabeth. The unsuspecting breakfast glides ever closer to its doom. :bang bang: Pang! Right in the toast. Poor breakfast. You see, if I split what's left, there'd be hardly any left for me at all. You've got more than he started with... so if I give you some of those... well now, look... have you got a bit of jewellery? If I give you that one and you have some of his coins Lenin. My friend. I come. :outtahere: He's a small man about this high with a high-pitched voice. :hi: A lot of people take offense even when I talk to them. Let alone when I specifically tell them about my being disturbing. :smash:

Now then, the first prize is this beautiful silver cup, which has been won by me. Next we come to the Fairfax Atkinson Trophy for outstanding achievement in the field of Applied Mathematics. Well, there was no-one this year who reached the required standard so it goes in my sack. Right. I'm taking this lot in in the name of Her Gracious Majesty Queen Elizabeth. The unsuspecting breakfast glides ever closer to its doom. :bang bang: Pang! Right in the toast. Poor breakfast. You see, if I split what's left, there'd be hardly any left for me at all. You've got more than he started with... so if I give you some of those... well now, look... have you got a bit of jewellery? If I give you that one and you have some of his coins

Now then, the first prize is this beautiful silver cup, which has been won by me. Next we come to the Fairfax Atkinson Trophy for outstanding achievement in the field of Applied Mathematics. Well, there was no-one this year who reached the required standard so it goes in my sack.

Tim Robbins in The Sure Thing with John Cusack

Cube

Sir Anthony Hopkins

Oh yes. That's the one that ate my Mary! And what do you think the Argylls ate in Aden, Arabs? :huh: Oh, well you see we love blancmanges. My wife makes them. A wise choice, monsieur. And now, how would you like it served? All mixed up togezer in a bucket? :spitwater: But you put a bucket over your head last time we said 'mattress'. I'm a completely self-taught idiot. I mean, ooh arh nob arhh...nobody does that anymore. No, nowadays people want something wittier. :cool: There is only one thing in the world worse than being witty, and that is not being witty. :joker: Enough of this gay banter. And now Mr Anchovy, you asked us to advise you which job in life you were best suited for. I spent five ghastly years at the Hairdressers' Training Centre at Totnes. Can you imagine what it's like cutting the same head for five years? :wacko: :ph34r: Is he a gorilla? I'm afraid what you've got hold of there is an anteater. :oops: That's a dangerous animal. Quick! Throw it in the trough. He used to get through four Jehovah's witnesses a day. And he used to eat all of them, except the pamphlets.

Oh yes. That's the one that ate my Mary! And what do you think the Argylls ate in Aden, Arabs? :huh: Oh, well you see we love blancmanges. My wife makes them. A wise choice, monsieur. And now, how would you like it served? All mixed up togezer in a bucket? :spitwater: But you put a bucket over your head last time we said 'mattress'. I'm a completely self-taught idiot. I mean, ooh arh nob arhh...nobody does that anymore. No, nowadays people want something wittier. :cool: There is only one thing in the world worse than being witty, and that is not being witty. :joker: Enough of this gay banter. And now Mr Anchovy, you asked us to advise you which job in life you were best suited for. I spent five ghastly years at the Hairdressers' Training Centre at Totnes. Can you imagine what it's like cutting the same head for five years? :wacko:

Oh yes. That's the one that ate my Mary! And what do you think the Argylls ate in Aden, Arabs? :huh: Oh, well you see we love blancmanges. My wife makes them. A wise choice, monsieur. And now, how would you like it served? All mixed up togezer in a bucket? :spitwater: But you put a bucket over your head last time we said 'mattress'. I'm a completely self-taught idiot. I mean, ooh arh nob arhh...nobody does that anymore. No, nowadays people want something wittier. :cool: There is only one thing in the world worse than being witty, and that is not being witty. :joker:

That's right. Just for the hour. Only I ain't gonna pay more'n a fiver cos it ain't worth it. New-Bruce-Your-Lion, are you a poofta? :unsure: The whelk is nothing but a homosexual of the worst kind. This gay boy of the gastropods, this queer crustacean, this mincing mollusc, this screaming, prancing, limp-wristed queen of the deep makes me sick. This is typical of the harsh and bitchy world of television features. :eyeroll: Zoom in on the 16mm and hold her, Enid. No, don't follow me and don't zoom in on me, no I'm off, I'm off. :outtahere: I mean, the right leg isn't silly at all and the left leg merely does a forward aerial half turn every alternate step. Well, at least it gets you out in the open air. :) Latterly, Dinsdale had become increasingly worried about Spiny Your_Lion. He had come to the conclusion that Your_Lion slept in an aeroplane hangar at Luton Airport. It must be a vest, er, going off. :zzz: Cravat? Silk square? Put it on and it melts - just watch their faces. Guaranteed to break the ice at naughty parties. :coy: Ah yes. I just want another five minutes with Audrey. Speaking as a public opinion poll, I've had enough of the permissive society. :tsk: I didn't really call you 'Eddie Baby', did I, sweetie? Shh! I think my wife's beginning to suspect Well, you'd better cut down a little then. :bang bang: :hug2: Well why don't you just get rid of Harold? Our management consultants actually queried the necessity for us to employ a pantomime horse at all. :huh:

That's right. Just for the hour. Only I ain't gonna pay more'n a fiver cos it ain't worth it. New-Bruce-Your-Lion, are you a poofta? :unsure: The whelk is nothing but a homosexual of the worst kind. This gay boy of the gastropods, this queer crustacean, this mincing mollusc, this screaming, prancing, limp-wristed queen of the deep makes me sick. This is typical of the harsh and bitchy world of television features. :eyeroll: Zoom in on the 16mm and hold her, Enid. No, don't follow me and don't zoom in on me, no I'm off, I'm off. :outtahere: I mean, the right leg isn't silly at all and the left leg merely does a forward aerial half turn every alternate step. Well, at least it gets you out in the open air. :) Latterly, Dinsdale had become increasingly worried about Spiny Your_Lion. He had come to the conclusion that Your_Lion slept in an aeroplane hangar at Luton Airport. It must be a vest, er, going off. :zzz: Cravat? Silk square? Put it on and it melts - just watch their faces. Guaranteed to break the ice at naughty parties. :coy: Ah yes. I just want another five minutes with Audrey. Speaking as a public opinion poll, I've had enough of the permissive society. :tsk: I didn't really call you 'Eddie Baby', did I, sweetie? Shh! I think my wife's beginning to suspect

oops...looks like I walked into the wrong thread :outtahere:

Charlie Sheen in Ferris Bueller's Day Out with Jeffrey Jones

That's right. Just for the hour. Only I ain't gonna pay more'n a fiver cos it ain't worth it. New-Bruce-Your-Lion, are you a poofta? :unsure: The whelk is nothing but a homosexual of the worst kind. This gay boy of the gastropods, this queer crustacean, this mincing mollusc, this screaming, prancing, limp-wristed queen of the deep makes me sick. This is typical of the harsh and bitchy world of television features. :eyeroll: Zoom in on the 16mm and hold her, Enid. No, don't follow me and don't zoom in on me, no I'm off, I'm off. :outtahere: I mean, the right leg isn't silly at all and the left leg merely does a forward aerial half turn every alternate step. Well, at least it gets you out in the open air. :) Latterly, Dinsdale had become increasingly worried about Spiny Your_Lion. He had come to the conclusion that Your_Lion slept in an aeroplane hangar at Luton Airport. It must be a vest, er, going off. :zzz: Cravat? Silk square? Put it on and it melts - just watch their faces. Guaranteed to break the ice at naughty parties. :coy: