You`re No Fun Anymore - Monty Python, Vol. 3

[blackhawkrush]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

[IbanezJem]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.

[blackhawkrush]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.

Oh, a clambake! I've never been to one of those. :)

[IbanezJem]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.

Oh, a clambake! I've never been to one of those. :)

You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses, and then announce, quite casually, that we're all dead.

[Your_Lion]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.

Oh, a clambake! I've never been to one of those. :)

You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses, and then announce, quite casually, that we're all dead.

Mr Aldridge are you considering the question or are you just dead?

[IbanezJem]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.

Oh, a clambake! I've never been to one of those. :)

You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses, and then announce, quite casually, that we're all dead.

Mr Aldridge are you considering the question or are you just dead?

Yes my word you may well ask what it is, this theory of mine. Well, this theory that I have - that is to say, which is mine - ...is mine.

[blackhawkrush]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.

Oh, a clambake! I've never been to one of those. :)

You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses, and then announce, quite casually, that we're all dead.

Mr Aldridge are you considering the question or are you just dead?

Yes my word you may well ask what it is, this theory of mine. Well, this theory that I have - that is to say, which is mine - ...is mine.

The wise Sir Bedevere was the first to join King Arthur's knights.

[Your_Lion]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.

Oh, a clambake! I've never been to one of those. :)

You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses, and then announce, quite casually, that we're all dead.

Mr Aldridge are you considering the question or are you just dead?

Yes my word you may well ask what it is, this theory of mine. Well, this theory that I have - that is to say, which is mine - ...is mine.

The wise Sir Bedevere was the first to join King Arthur's knights.

Twelve days and nights he rode. Through rain and storm. Through wind and snow beyond the enchanted waterfall, through the elfin glades until he reached his goal. He had found the rich and pleasant land beyond the mountains, the land where golden streams sang their way through fresh green meadows. Where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. Only fifteen miles from excellent Thames-side docking facilities and within easy reach of the proposed M25.

[blackhawkrush]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.

Oh, a clambake! I've never been to one of those. :)

You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses, and then announce, quite casually, that we're all dead.

Mr Aldridge are you considering the question or are you just dead?

Yes my word you may well ask what it is, this theory of mine. Well, this theory that I have - that is to say, which is mine - ...is mine.

The wise Sir Bedevere was the first to join King Arthur's knights.

Twelve days and nights he rode. Through rain and storm. Through wind and snow beyond the enchanted waterfall, through the elfin glades until he reached his goal. He had found the rich and pleasant land beyond the mountains, the land where golden streams sang their way through fresh green meadows. Where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. Only fifteen miles from excellent Thames-side docking facilities and within easy reach of the proposed M25.

Sounds like a little Dorset village, doesn't it?

[Your_Lion]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.

Oh, a clambake! I've never been to one of those. :)

You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses, and then announce, quite casually, that we're all dead.

Mr Aldridge are you considering the question or are you just dead?

Yes my word you may well ask what it is, this theory of mine. Well, this theory that I have - that is to say, which is mine - ...is mine.

The wise Sir Bedevere was the first to join King Arthur's knights.

Twelve days and nights he rode. Through rain and storm. Through wind and snow beyond the enchanted waterfall, through the elfin glades until he reached his goal. He had found the rich and pleasant land beyond the mountains, the land where golden streams sang their way through fresh green meadows. Where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. Only fifteen miles from excellent Thames-side docking facilities and within easy reach of the proposed M25.

Sounds like a little Dorset village, doesn't it?

Mr Gumby's remarkable views have sparked off a wave of controversy amongst his fellow historians.

[IbanezJem]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.

Oh, a clambake! I've never been to one of those. :)

You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses, and then announce, quite casually, that we're all dead.

Mr Aldridge are you considering the question or are you just dead?

Yes my word you may well ask what it is, this theory of mine. Well, this theory that I have - that is to say, which is mine - ...is mine.

The wise Sir Bedevere was the first to join King Arthur's knights.

Twelve days and nights he rode. Through rain and storm. Through wind and snow beyond the enchanted waterfall, through the elfin glades until he reached his goal. He had found the rich and pleasant land beyond the mountains, the land where golden streams sang their way through fresh green meadows. Where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. Only fifteen miles from excellent Thames-side docking facilities and within easy reach of the proposed M25.

Sounds like a little Dorset village, doesn't it?

Mr Gumby's remarkable views have sparked off a wave of controversy amongst his fellow historians.

The latest opinion poll published today shows Labour ahead with 40%, the AA second with 38% and not surprisingly Kentucky Fried Chicken running the Liberals a very close third.

[blackhawkrush]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.

Oh, a clambake! I've never been to one of those. :)

You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses, and then announce, quite casually, that we're all dead.

Mr Aldridge are you considering the question or are you just dead?

Yes my word you may well ask what it is, this theory of mine. Well, this theory that I have - that is to say, which is mine - ...is mine.

The wise Sir Bedevere was the first to join King Arthur's knights.

Twelve days and nights he rode. Through rain and storm. Through wind and snow beyond the enchanted waterfall, through the elfin glades until he reached his goal. He had found the rich and pleasant land beyond the mountains, the land where golden streams sang their way through fresh green meadows. Where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. Only fifteen miles from excellent Thames-side docking facilities and within easy reach of the proposed M25.

Sounds like a little Dorset village, doesn't it?

Mr Gumby's remarkable views have sparked off a wave of controversy amongst his fellow historians.

The latest opinion poll published today shows Labour ahead with 40%, the AA second with 38% and not surprisingly Kentucky Fried Chicken running the Liberals a very close third.

In Geneva, officials of the Central Clearing Banks met with Herr Voleschtadt of Poland.

[IbanezJem]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.

Oh, a clambake! I've never been to one of those. :)

You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses, and then announce, quite casually, that we're all dead.

Mr Aldridge are you considering the question or are you just dead?

Yes my word you may well ask what it is, this theory of mine. Well, this theory that I have - that is to say, which is mine - ...is mine.

The wise Sir Bedevere was the first to join King Arthur's knights.

Twelve days and nights he rode. Through rain and storm. Through wind and snow beyond the enchanted waterfall, through the elfin glades until he reached his goal. He had found the rich and pleasant land beyond the mountains, the land where golden streams sang their way through fresh green meadows. Where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. Only fifteen miles from excellent Thames-side docking facilities and within easy reach of the proposed M25.

Sounds like a little Dorset village, doesn't it?

Mr Gumby's remarkable views have sparked off a wave of controversy amongst his fellow historians.

The latest opinion poll published today shows Labour ahead with 40%, the AA second with 38% and not surprisingly Kentucky Fried Chicken running the Liberals a very close third.

In Geneva, officials of the Central Clearing Banks met with Herr Voleschtadt of Poland.

Great. Great everyone. Lunch now. Lunch. It's all in the can. Good morning's work.

[blackhawkrush]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.

Oh, a clambake! I've never been to one of those. :)

You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses, and then announce, quite casually, that we're all dead.

Mr Aldridge are you considering the question or are you just dead?

Yes my word you may well ask what it is, this theory of mine. Well, this theory that I have - that is to say, which is mine - ...is mine.

The wise Sir Bedevere was the first to join King Arthur's knights.

Twelve days and nights he rode. Through rain and storm. Through wind and snow beyond the enchanted waterfall, through the elfin glades until he reached his goal. He had found the rich and pleasant land beyond the mountains, the land where golden streams sang their way through fresh green meadows. Where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. Only fifteen miles from excellent Thames-side docking facilities and within easy reach of the proposed M25.

Sounds like a little Dorset village, doesn't it?

Mr Gumby's remarkable views have sparked off a wave of controversy amongst his fellow historians.

The latest opinion poll published today shows Labour ahead with 40%, the AA second with 38% and not surprisingly Kentucky Fried Chicken running the Liberals a very close third.

In Geneva, officials of the Central Clearing Banks met with Herr Voleschtadt of Poland.

Great. Great everyone. Lunch now. Lunch. It's all in the can. Good morning's work.

First, some cold consomme or a gazpacho, then some sausages with spring greens, sautee potatoes and bread and gravy.

[IbanezJem]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.

Oh, a clambake! I've never been to one of those. :)

You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses, and then announce, quite casually, that we're all dead.

Mr Aldridge are you considering the question or are you just dead?

Yes my word you may well ask what it is, this theory of mine. Well, this theory that I have - that is to say, which is mine - ...is mine.

The wise Sir Bedevere was the first to join King Arthur's knights.

Twelve days and nights he rode. Through rain and storm. Through wind and snow beyond the enchanted waterfall, through the elfin glades until he reached his goal. He had found the rich and pleasant land beyond the mountains, the land where golden streams sang their way through fresh green meadows. Where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. Only fifteen miles from excellent Thames-side docking facilities and within easy reach of the proposed M25.

Sounds like a little Dorset village, doesn't it?

Mr Gumby's remarkable views have sparked off a wave of controversy amongst his fellow historians.

The latest opinion poll published today shows Labour ahead with 40%, the AA second with 38% and not surprisingly Kentucky Fried Chicken running the Liberals a very close third.

In Geneva, officials of the Central Clearing Banks met with Herr Voleschtadt of Poland.

Great. Great everyone. Lunch now. Lunch. It's all in the can. Good morning's work.

First, some cold consomme or a gazpacho, then some sausages with spring greens, sautee potatoes and bread and gravy.

Before you arrive is pleasure, but after is a pain in the dong.

[blackhawkrush]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.

Oh, a clambake! I've never been to one of those. :)

You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses, and then announce, quite casually, that we're all dead.

Mr Aldridge are you considering the question or are you just dead?

Yes my word you may well ask what it is, this theory of mine. Well, this theory that I have - that is to say, which is mine - ...is mine.

The wise Sir Bedevere was the first to join King Arthur's knights.

Twelve days and nights he rode. Through rain and storm. Through wind and snow beyond the enchanted waterfall, through the elfin glades until he reached his goal. He had found the rich and pleasant land beyond the mountains, the land where golden streams sang their way through fresh green meadows. Where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. Only fifteen miles from excellent Thames-side docking facilities and within easy reach of the proposed M25.

Sounds like a little Dorset village, doesn't it?

Mr Gumby's remarkable views have sparked off a wave of controversy amongst his fellow historians.

The latest opinion poll published today shows Labour ahead with 40%, the AA second with 38% and not surprisingly Kentucky Fried Chicken running the Liberals a very close third.

In Geneva, officials of the Central Clearing Banks met with Herr Voleschtadt of Poland.

Great. Great everyone. Lunch now. Lunch. It's all in the can. Good morning's work.

First, some cold consomme or a gazpacho, then some sausages with spring greens, sautee potatoes and bread and gravy.

Before you arrive is pleasure, but after is a pain in the dong.

Listen, you spotty sassenach pillock. :poke: You asked for it, sonny.

[IbanezJem]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.

Oh, a clambake! I've never been to one of those. :)

You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses, and then announce, quite casually, that we're all dead.

Mr Aldridge are you considering the question or are you just dead?

Yes my word you may well ask what it is, this theory of mine. Well, this theory that I have - that is to say, which is mine - ...is mine.

The wise Sir Bedevere was the first to join King Arthur's knights.

Twelve days and nights he rode. Through rain and storm. Through wind and snow beyond the enchanted waterfall, through the elfin glades until he reached his goal. He had found the rich and pleasant land beyond the mountains, the land where golden streams sang their way through fresh green meadows. Where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. Only fifteen miles from excellent Thames-side docking facilities and within easy reach of the proposed M25.

Sounds like a little Dorset village, doesn't it?

Mr Gumby's remarkable views have sparked off a wave of controversy amongst his fellow historians.

The latest opinion poll published today shows Labour ahead with 40%, the AA second with 38% and not surprisingly Kentucky Fried Chicken running the Liberals a very close third.

In Geneva, officials of the Central Clearing Banks met with Herr Voleschtadt of Poland.

Great. Great everyone. Lunch now. Lunch. It's all in the can. Good morning's work.

First, some cold consomme or a gazpacho, then some sausages with spring greens, sautee potatoes and bread and gravy.

Before you arrive is pleasure, but after is a pain in the dong.

Listen, you spotty sassenach pillock. :poke: You asked for it, sonny.

There's a bit of blood, but Blackhawkrust has managed to snatch another instrument from the second violinist and he is climbing all the way up towards the organ and he is going to have yet another bash at Tchaikovsky's Contezana Padoano

[blackhawkrush]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.

Oh, a clambake! I've never been to one of those. :)

You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses, and then announce, quite casually, that we're all dead.

Mr Aldridge are you considering the question or are you just dead?

Yes my word you may well ask what it is, this theory of mine. Well, this theory that I have - that is to say, which is mine - ...is mine.

The wise Sir Bedevere was the first to join King Arthur's knights.

Twelve days and nights he rode. Through rain and storm. Through wind and snow beyond the enchanted waterfall, through the elfin glades until he reached his goal. He had found the rich and pleasant land beyond the mountains, the land where golden streams sang their way through fresh green meadows. Where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. Only fifteen miles from excellent Thames-side docking facilities and within easy reach of the proposed M25.

Sounds like a little Dorset village, doesn't it?

Mr Gumby's remarkable views have sparked off a wave of controversy amongst his fellow historians.

The latest opinion poll published today shows Labour ahead with 40%, the AA second with 38% and not surprisingly Kentucky Fried Chicken running the Liberals a very close third.

In Geneva, officials of the Central Clearing Banks met with Herr Voleschtadt of Poland.

Great. Great everyone. Lunch now. Lunch. It's all in the can. Good morning's work.

First, some cold consomme or a gazpacho, then some sausages with spring greens, sautee potatoes and bread and gravy.

Before you arrive is pleasure, but after is a pain in the dong.

Listen, you spotty sassenach pillock. :poke: You asked for it, sonny.

There's a bit of blood, but Blackhawkrust has managed to snatch another instrument from the second violinist and he is climbing all the way up towards the organ and he is going to have yet another bash at Tchaikovsky's Contezana Padoano

Whole tribe get it on 3/6d each. Stage Manager, Stan Wilson, heap good friend Redfoot tribe.

[IbanezJem]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.

Oh, a clambake! I've never been to one of those. :)

You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses, and then announce, quite casually, that we're all dead.

Mr Aldridge are you considering the question or are you just dead?

Yes my word you may well ask what it is, this theory of mine. Well, this theory that I have - that is to say, which is mine - ...is mine.

The wise Sir Bedevere was the first to join King Arthur's knights.

Twelve days and nights he rode. Through rain and storm. Through wind and snow beyond the enchanted waterfall, through the elfin glades until he reached his goal. He had found the rich and pleasant land beyond the mountains, the land where golden streams sang their way through fresh green meadows. Where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. Only fifteen miles from excellent Thames-side docking facilities and within easy reach of the proposed M25.

Sounds like a little Dorset village, doesn't it?

Mr Gumby's remarkable views have sparked off a wave of controversy amongst his fellow historians.

The latest opinion poll published today shows Labour ahead with 40%, the AA second with 38% and not surprisingly Kentucky Fried Chicken running the Liberals a very close third.

In Geneva, officials of the Central Clearing Banks met with Herr Voleschtadt of Poland.

Great. Great everyone. Lunch now. Lunch. It's all in the can. Good morning's work.

First, some cold consomme or a gazpacho, then some sausages with spring greens, sautee potatoes and bread and gravy.

Before you arrive is pleasure, but after is a pain in the dong.

Listen, you spotty sassenach pillock. :poke: You asked for it, sonny.

There's a bit of blood, but Blackhawkrust has managed to snatch another instrument from the second violinist and he is climbing all the way up towards the organ and he is going to have yet another bash at Tchaikovsky's Contezana Padoano

Whole tribe get it on 3/6d each. Stage Manager, Stan Wilson, heap good friend Redfoot tribe.

There's been another Indian massacre at Dorking Civic Theatre.

[blackhawkrush]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.

Oh, a clambake! I've never been to one of those. :)

You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses, and then announce, quite casually, that we're all dead.

Mr Aldridge are you considering the question or are you just dead?

Yes my word you may well ask what it is, this theory of mine. Well, this theory that I have - that is to say, which is mine - ...is mine.

The wise Sir Bedevere was the first to join King Arthur's knights.

Twelve days and nights he rode. Through rain and storm. Through wind and snow beyond the enchanted waterfall, through the elfin glades until he reached his goal. He had found the rich and pleasant land beyond the mountains, the land where golden streams sang their way through fresh green meadows. Where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. Only fifteen miles from excellent Thames-side docking facilities and within easy reach of the proposed M25.

Sounds like a little Dorset village, doesn't it?

Mr Gumby's remarkable views have sparked off a wave of controversy amongst his fellow historians.

The latest opinion poll published today shows Labour ahead with 40%, the AA second with 38% and not surprisingly Kentucky Fried Chicken running the Liberals a very close third.

In Geneva, officials of the Central Clearing Banks met with Herr Voleschtadt of Poland.

Great. Great everyone. Lunch now. Lunch. It's all in the can. Good morning's work.

First, some cold consomme or a gazpacho, then some sausages with spring greens, sautee potatoes and bread and gravy.

Before you arrive is pleasure, but after is a pain in the dong.

Listen, you spotty sassenach pillock. :poke: You asked for it, sonny.

There's a bit of blood, but Blackhawkrust has managed to snatch another instrument from the second violinist and he is climbing all the way up towards the organ and he is going to have yet another bash at Tchaikovsky's Contezana Padoano

Whole tribe get it on 3/6d each. Stage Manager, Stan Wilson, heap good friend Redfoot tribe.

There's been another Indian massacre at Dorking Civic Theatre.

The Piranhas realized they had gone to far and that the hunt was on. They went into hiding. :ph34r:

[Your_Lion]

Yeah, you try that with a pineapple down your windpipe. :P

My advice to you is to put this paper bag over your head - it has little holes there for your eyes, you see - and to ring this bell, and to take this card along to your hospital.

Oh, a clambake! I've never been to one of those. :)

You barge in here, quite uninvited, break glasses, and then announce, quite casually, that we're all dead.

Mr Aldridge are you considering the question or are you just dead?

Yes my word you may well ask what it is, this theory of mine. Well, this theory that I have - that is to say, which is mine - ...is mine.

The wise Sir Bedevere was the first to join King Arthur's knights.

Twelve days and nights he rode. Through rain and storm. Through wind and snow beyond the enchanted waterfall, through the elfin glades until he reached his goal. He had found the rich and pleasant land beyond the mountains, the land where golden streams sang their way through fresh green meadows. Where there were halls and palaces, an excellent swimming pool and one of the most attractive bonus incentive schemes for industrial development in the city. Only fifteen miles from excellent Thames-side docking facilities and within easy reach of the proposed M25.

Sounds like a little Dorset village, doesn't it?

Mr Gumby's remarkable views have sparked off a wave of controversy amongst his fellow historians.

The latest opinion poll published today shows Labour ahead with 40%, the AA second with 38% and not surprisingly Kentucky Fried Chicken running the Liberals a very close third.

In Geneva, officials of the Central Clearing Banks met with Herr Voleschtadt of Poland.

Great. Great everyone. Lunch now. Lunch. It's all in the can. Good morning's work.

First, some cold consomme or a gazpacho, then some sausages with spring greens, sautee potatoes and bread and gravy.

Before you arrive is pleasure, but after is a pain in the dong.

Listen, you spotty sassenach pillock. :poke: You asked for it, sonny.

There's a bit of blood, but Blackhawkrust has managed to snatch another instrument from the second violinist and he is climbing all the way up towards the organ and he is going to have yet another bash at Tchaikovsky's Contezana Padoano

Whole tribe get it on 3/6d each. Stage Manager, Stan Wilson, heap good friend Redfoot tribe.

There's been another Indian massacre at Dorking Civic Theatre.

The Piranhas realized they had gone to far and that the hunt was on. They went into hiding. :ph34r:

Don succeeded in finding the Paraguayan in the new world record time of 11 years, 2 months, 26 days, 9 hours, 3 minutes, 27.4 seconds, in a sweetshop in Kilmarnock.

[IbanezJem]

Am I right in thinking there's a real frog in here?

[blackhawkrush]

Am I right in thinking there's a real frog in here?

Oh yes, we've come from Paris...yes...we've just come from...er...Paris, yes. :hi:

[Your_Lion]

Am I right in thinking there's a real frog in here?

Oh yes, we've come from Paris...yes...we've just come from...er...Paris, yes. :hi:

That's not Paris. Jean-Paul wouldn't live here. It's a right old dump.

[blackhawkrush]

Am I right in thinking there's a real frog in here?

Oh yes, we've come from Paris...yes...we've just come from...er...Paris, yes. :hi:

That's not Paris. Jean-Paul wouldn't live here. It's a right old dump.

It's much better than where we used to live. We had an eighteen-roomed villa overlooking Nice.