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

[IbanezJem]

Die ist ein Kinnerhunder und zwei Mackel uber und der bitte schon ist den Wunderhaus sprechensie. 'Nein' sprecht der Herren 'Ist aufern borger mit zveitingen`.

:ranton: Anyone found trivializing this war will face the supreme penalty that military law can provide. :rantoff:

Well, they've spent a good night in there last night in preparation for the final assault today. The leader of the expedition is twenty-nine-year-old Bert Tagg - a local headmaster and mother of three.

It's Ghastly Spotty Cross-Eyed's :wacko: birthday and she's having a disemboweling party for a few friends.

No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb, and was killed in shooting accident. Nasty business. I his susscussor... how you say... succsussor.

Dear Sir, I am writing to complain about that post about people failing out of a high building. I have worked all my life in such a building and have never once.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghhh

Popular as this jest has always been, however, it cannot compare with the ribald connotations associated with the dispatch of an edible missile. First... first the simple straightforward "offensive deposit."

:eyeroll: You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks.

You see! There ought to be a safety catch on it, I mean ... ohhhh! I mean, what if this fell into the wrong hands?

[Your_Lion]

Die ist ein Kinnerhunder und zwei Mackel uber und der bitte schon ist den Wunderhaus sprechensie. 'Nein' sprecht der Herren 'Ist aufern borger mit zveitingen`.

:ranton: Anyone found trivializing this war will face the supreme penalty that military law can provide. :rantoff:

Well, they've spent a good night in there last night in preparation for the final assault today. The leader of the expedition is twenty-nine-year-old Bert Tagg - a local headmaster and mother of three.

It's Ghastly Spotty Cross-Eyed's :wacko: birthday and she's having a disemboweling party for a few friends.

No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb, and was killed in shooting accident. Nasty business. I his susscussor... how you say... succsussor.

Dear Sir, I am writing to complain about that post about people failing out of a high building. I have worked all my life in such a building and have never once.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghhh

Popular as this jest has always been, however, it cannot compare with the ribald connotations associated with the dispatch of an edible missile. First... first the simple straightforward "offensive deposit."

:eyeroll: You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks.

You see! There ought to be a safety catch on it, I mean ... ohhhh! I mean, what if this fell into the wrong hands?

Well I mean, blimey, I mean if it was a big war somebody could be hurt. :scared:

[IbanezJem]

Die ist ein Kinnerhunder und zwei Mackel uber und der bitte schon ist den Wunderhaus sprechensie. 'Nein' sprecht der Herren 'Ist aufern borger mit zveitingen`.

:ranton: Anyone found trivializing this war will face the supreme penalty that military law can provide. :rantoff:

Well, they've spent a good night in there last night in preparation for the final assault today. The leader of the expedition is twenty-nine-year-old Bert Tagg - a local headmaster and mother of three.

It's Ghastly Spotty Cross-Eyed's :wacko: birthday and she's having a disemboweling party for a few friends.

No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb, and was killed in shooting accident. Nasty business. I his susscussor... how you say... succsussor.

Dear Sir, I am writing to complain about that post about people failing out of a high building. I have worked all my life in such a building and have never once.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghhh

Popular as this jest has always been, however, it cannot compare with the ribald connotations associated with the dispatch of an edible missile. First... first the simple straightforward "offensive deposit."

:eyeroll: You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks.

You see! There ought to be a safety catch on it, I mean ... ohhhh! I mean, what if this fell into the wrong hands?

Well I mean, blimey, I mean if it was a big war somebody could be hurt. :scared:

The Reverend Charlie `Drooper' Hyper-Squawk Smith. the cleft-palated RAF chaplain, who single-handed shot down over five hundred German chaplains. This is the story of the men who flew with him ... it really is!

[Your_Lion]

Die ist ein Kinnerhunder und zwei Mackel uber und der bitte schon ist den Wunderhaus sprechensie. 'Nein' sprecht der Herren 'Ist aufern borger mit zveitingen`.

:ranton: Anyone found trivializing this war will face the supreme penalty that military law can provide. :rantoff:

Well, they've spent a good night in there last night in preparation for the final assault today. The leader of the expedition is twenty-nine-year-old Bert Tagg - a local headmaster and mother of three.

It's Ghastly Spotty Cross-Eyed's :wacko: birthday and she's having a disemboweling party for a few friends.

No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb, and was killed in shooting accident. Nasty business. I his susscussor... how you say... succsussor.

Dear Sir, I am writing to complain about that post about people failing out of a high building. I have worked all my life in such a building and have never once.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghhh

Popular as this jest has always been, however, it cannot compare with the ribald connotations associated with the dispatch of an edible missile. First... first the simple straightforward "offensive deposit."

:eyeroll: You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks.

You see! There ought to be a safety catch on it, I mean ... ohhhh! I mean, what if this fell into the wrong hands?

Well I mean, blimey, I mean if it was a big war somebody could be hurt. :scared:

The Reverend Charlie `Drooper' Hyper-Squawk Smith. the cleft-palated RAF chaplain, who single-handed shot down over five hundred German chaplains. This is the story of the men who flew with him ... it really is!

Oh, 'an aeroplane'. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.

[blackhawkrush]

Die ist ein Kinnerhunder und zwei Mackel uber und der bitte schon ist den Wunderhaus sprechensie. 'Nein' sprecht der Herren 'Ist aufern borger mit zveitingen`.

:ranton: Anyone found trivializing this war will face the supreme penalty that military law can provide. :rantoff:

Well, they've spent a good night in there last night in preparation for the final assault today. The leader of the expedition is twenty-nine-year-old Bert Tagg - a local headmaster and mother of three.

It's Ghastly Spotty Cross-Eyed's :wacko: birthday and she's having a disemboweling party for a few friends.

No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb, and was killed in shooting accident. Nasty business. I his susscussor... how you say... succsussor.

Dear Sir, I am writing to complain about that post about people failing out of a high building. I have worked all my life in such a building and have never once.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghhh

Popular as this jest has always been, however, it cannot compare with the ribald connotations associated with the dispatch of an edible missile. First... first the simple straightforward "offensive deposit."

:eyeroll: You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks.

You see! There ought to be a safety catch on it, I mean ... ohhhh! I mean, what if this fell into the wrong hands?

Well I mean, blimey, I mean if it was a big war somebody could be hurt. :scared:

The Reverend Charlie `Drooper' Hyper-Squawk Smith. the cleft-palated RAF chaplain, who single-handed shot down over five hundred German chaplains. This is the story of the men who flew with him ... it really is!

Oh, 'an aeroplane'. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.

It's an airship...an airship...d'you hear!? :bitchslap:

[IbanezJem]

Die ist ein Kinnerhunder und zwei Mackel uber und der bitte schon ist den Wunderhaus sprechensie. 'Nein' sprecht der Herren 'Ist aufern borger mit zveitingen`.

:ranton: Anyone found trivializing this war will face the supreme penalty that military law can provide. :rantoff:

Well, they've spent a good night in there last night in preparation for the final assault today. The leader of the expedition is twenty-nine-year-old Bert Tagg - a local headmaster and mother of three.

It's Ghastly Spotty Cross-Eyed's :wacko: birthday and she's having a disemboweling party for a few friends.

No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb, and was killed in shooting accident. Nasty business. I his susscussor... how you say... succsussor.

Dear Sir, I am writing to complain about that post about people failing out of a high building. I have worked all my life in such a building and have never once.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghhh

Popular as this jest has always been, however, it cannot compare with the ribald connotations associated with the dispatch of an edible missile. First... first the simple straightforward "offensive deposit."

:eyeroll: You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks.

You see! There ought to be a safety catch on it, I mean ... ohhhh! I mean, what if this fell into the wrong hands?

Well I mean, blimey, I mean if it was a big war somebody could be hurt. :scared:

The Reverend Charlie `Drooper' Hyper-Squawk Smith. the cleft-palated RAF chaplain, who single-handed shot down over five hundred German chaplains. This is the story of the men who flew with him ... it really is!

Oh, 'an aeroplane'. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.

It's an airship...an airship...d'you hear!? :bitchslap:

Hold on then... Wingco! Bend an ear to the Squadron Leader's banter for a sec, would you?

[Your_Lion]

Die ist ein Kinnerhunder und zwei Mackel uber und der bitte schon ist den Wunderhaus sprechensie. 'Nein' sprecht der Herren 'Ist aufern borger mit zveitingen`.

:ranton: Anyone found trivializing this war will face the supreme penalty that military law can provide. :rantoff:

Well, they've spent a good night in there last night in preparation for the final assault today. The leader of the expedition is twenty-nine-year-old Bert Tagg - a local headmaster and mother of three.

It's Ghastly Spotty Cross-Eyed's :wacko: birthday and she's having a disemboweling party for a few friends.

No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb, and was killed in shooting accident. Nasty business. I his susscussor... how you say... succsussor.

Dear Sir, I am writing to complain about that post about people failing out of a high building. I have worked all my life in such a building and have never once.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghhh

Popular as this jest has always been, however, it cannot compare with the ribald connotations associated with the dispatch of an edible missile. First... first the simple straightforward "offensive deposit."

:eyeroll: You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks.

You see! There ought to be a safety catch on it, I mean ... ohhhh! I mean, what if this fell into the wrong hands?

Well I mean, blimey, I mean if it was a big war somebody could be hurt. :scared:

The Reverend Charlie `Drooper' Hyper-Squawk Smith. the cleft-palated RAF chaplain, who single-handed shot down over five hundred German chaplains. This is the story of the men who flew with him ... it really is!

Oh, 'an aeroplane'. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.

It's an airship...an airship...d'you hear!? :bitchslap:

Hold on then... Wingco! Bend an ear to the Squadron Leader's banter for a sec, would you?

Uh, d-- don't-- don't worry about hi-- him, sir. He's de-- he's de-- He's de-- de-- de-- he's deaf and m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- mad, sir.

[blackhawkrush]

Die ist ein Kinnerhunder und zwei Mackel uber und der bitte schon ist den Wunderhaus sprechensie. 'Nein' sprecht der Herren 'Ist aufern borger mit zveitingen`.

:ranton: Anyone found trivializing this war will face the supreme penalty that military law can provide. :rantoff:

Well, they've spent a good night in there last night in preparation for the final assault today. The leader of the expedition is twenty-nine-year-old Bert Tagg - a local headmaster and mother of three.

It's Ghastly Spotty Cross-Eyed's :wacko: birthday and she's having a disemboweling party for a few friends.

No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb, and was killed in shooting accident. Nasty business. I his susscussor... how you say... succsussor.

Dear Sir, I am writing to complain about that post about people failing out of a high building. I have worked all my life in such a building and have never once.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghhh

Popular as this jest has always been, however, it cannot compare with the ribald connotations associated with the dispatch of an edible missile. First... first the simple straightforward "offensive deposit."

:eyeroll: You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks.

You see! There ought to be a safety catch on it, I mean ... ohhhh! I mean, what if this fell into the wrong hands?

Well I mean, blimey, I mean if it was a big war somebody could be hurt. :scared:

The Reverend Charlie `Drooper' Hyper-Squawk Smith. the cleft-palated RAF chaplain, who single-handed shot down over five hundred German chaplains. This is the story of the men who flew with him ... it really is!

Oh, 'an aeroplane'. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.

It's an airship...an airship...d'you hear!? :bitchslap:

Hold on then... Wingco! Bend an ear to the Squadron Leader's banter for a sec, would you?

Uh, d-- don't-- don't worry about hi-- him, sir. He's de-- he's de-- He's de-- de-- de-- he's deaf and m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- mad, sir.

Monsieur Necker? :tongue: The man who introduced so many valuable reforms and who proved so popular despite his opposition to Mirabeau's policy of issuing 'assignats'?

[IbanezJem]

Die ist ein Kinnerhunder und zwei Mackel uber und der bitte schon ist den Wunderhaus sprechensie. 'Nein' sprecht der Herren 'Ist aufern borger mit zveitingen`.

:ranton: Anyone found trivializing this war will face the supreme penalty that military law can provide. :rantoff:

Well, they've spent a good night in there last night in preparation for the final assault today. The leader of the expedition is twenty-nine-year-old Bert Tagg - a local headmaster and mother of three.

It's Ghastly Spotty Cross-Eyed's :wacko: birthday and she's having a disemboweling party for a few friends.

No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb, and was killed in shooting accident. Nasty business. I his susscussor... how you say... succsussor.

Dear Sir, I am writing to complain about that post about people failing out of a high building. I have worked all my life in such a building and have never once.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghhh

Popular as this jest has always been, however, it cannot compare with the ribald connotations associated with the dispatch of an edible missile. First... first the simple straightforward "offensive deposit."

:eyeroll: You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks.

You see! There ought to be a safety catch on it, I mean ... ohhhh! I mean, what if this fell into the wrong hands?

Well I mean, blimey, I mean if it was a big war somebody could be hurt. :scared:

The Reverend Charlie `Drooper' Hyper-Squawk Smith. the cleft-palated RAF chaplain, who single-handed shot down over five hundred German chaplains. This is the story of the men who flew with him ... it really is!

Oh, 'an aeroplane'. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.

It's an airship...an airship...d'you hear!? :bitchslap:

Hold on then... Wingco! Bend an ear to the Squadron Leader's banter for a sec, would you?

Uh, d-- don't-- don't worry about hi-- him, sir. He's de-- he's de-- He's de-- de-- de-- he's deaf and m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- mad, sir.

Monsieur Necker? :tongue: The man who introduced so many valuable reforms and who proved so popular despite his opposition to Mirabeau's policy of issuing 'assignats'?

Pretty strong meat there from Longueur who is saying, of course, that ultimately materialism, in this case the Webb's Wonder lettuce, must destroy us all.

[blackhawkrush]

Die ist ein Kinnerhunder und zwei Mackel uber und der bitte schon ist den Wunderhaus sprechensie. 'Nein' sprecht der Herren 'Ist aufern borger mit zveitingen`.

:ranton: Anyone found trivializing this war will face the supreme penalty that military law can provide. :rantoff:

Well, they've spent a good night in there last night in preparation for the final assault today. The leader of the expedition is twenty-nine-year-old Bert Tagg - a local headmaster and mother of three.

It's Ghastly Spotty Cross-Eyed's :wacko: birthday and she's having a disemboweling party for a few friends.

No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb, and was killed in shooting accident. Nasty business. I his susscussor... how you say... succsussor.

Dear Sir, I am writing to complain about that post about people failing out of a high building. I have worked all my life in such a building and have never once.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghhh

Popular as this jest has always been, however, it cannot compare with the ribald connotations associated with the dispatch of an edible missile. First... first the simple straightforward "offensive deposit."

:eyeroll: You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks.

You see! There ought to be a safety catch on it, I mean ... ohhhh! I mean, what if this fell into the wrong hands?

Well I mean, blimey, I mean if it was a big war somebody could be hurt. :scared:

The Reverend Charlie `Drooper' Hyper-Squawk Smith. the cleft-palated RAF chaplain, who single-handed shot down over five hundred German chaplains. This is the story of the men who flew with him ... it really is!

Oh, 'an aeroplane'. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.

It's an airship...an airship...d'you hear!? :bitchslap:

Hold on then... Wingco! Bend an ear to the Squadron Leader's banter for a sec, would you?

Uh, d-- don't-- don't worry about hi-- him, sir. He's de-- he's de-- He's de-- de-- de-- he's deaf and m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- mad, sir.

Monsieur Necker? :tongue: The man who introduced so many valuable reforms and who proved so popular despite his opposition to Mirabeau's policy of issuing 'assignats'?

Pretty strong meat there from Longueur who is saying, of course, that ultimately materialism, in this case the Webb's Wonder lettuce, must destroy us all.

Well, apparently the whole structure of world peace may be threatened unless we immediately...get out of here! :outtahere:

[Your_Lion]

Die ist ein Kinnerhunder und zwei Mackel uber und der bitte schon ist den Wunderhaus sprechensie. 'Nein' sprecht der Herren 'Ist aufern borger mit zveitingen`.

:ranton: Anyone found trivializing this war will face the supreme penalty that military law can provide. :rantoff:

Well, they've spent a good night in there last night in preparation for the final assault today. The leader of the expedition is twenty-nine-year-old Bert Tagg - a local headmaster and mother of three.

It's Ghastly Spotty Cross-Eyed's :wacko: birthday and she's having a disemboweling party for a few friends.

No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb, and was killed in shooting accident. Nasty business. I his susscussor... how you say... succsussor.

Dear Sir, I am writing to complain about that post about people failing out of a high building. I have worked all my life in such a building and have never once.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghhh

Popular as this jest has always been, however, it cannot compare with the ribald connotations associated with the dispatch of an edible missile. First... first the simple straightforward "offensive deposit."

:eyeroll: You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks.

You see! There ought to be a safety catch on it, I mean ... ohhhh! I mean, what if this fell into the wrong hands?

Well I mean, blimey, I mean if it was a big war somebody could be hurt. :scared:

The Reverend Charlie `Drooper' Hyper-Squawk Smith. the cleft-palated RAF chaplain, who single-handed shot down over five hundred German chaplains. This is the story of the men who flew with him ... it really is!

Oh, 'an aeroplane'. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.

It's an airship...an airship...d'you hear!? :bitchslap:

Hold on then... Wingco! Bend an ear to the Squadron Leader's banter for a sec, would you?

Uh, d-- don't-- don't worry about hi-- him, sir. He's de-- he's de-- He's de-- de-- de-- he's deaf and m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- mad, sir.

Monsieur Necker? :tongue: The man who introduced so many valuable reforms and who proved so popular despite his opposition to Mirabeau's policy of issuing 'assignats'?

Pretty strong meat there from Longueur who is saying, of course, that ultimately materialism, in this case the Webb's Wonder lettuce, must destroy us all.

Well, apparently the whole structure of world peace may be threatened unless we immediately...get out of here! :outtahere:

Okay Captain, you detail three men, start digging and load them up with cutlery, and then we'll have a rota. We'll have two hours digging, two hours vaulting and then two hours sleeping, okay?

[IbanezJem]

Die ist ein Kinnerhunder und zwei Mackel uber und der bitte schon ist den Wunderhaus sprechensie. 'Nein' sprecht der Herren 'Ist aufern borger mit zveitingen`.

:ranton: Anyone found trivializing this war will face the supreme penalty that military law can provide. :rantoff:

Well, they've spent a good night in there last night in preparation for the final assault today. The leader of the expedition is twenty-nine-year-old Bert Tagg - a local headmaster and mother of three.

It's Ghastly Spotty Cross-Eyed's :wacko: birthday and she's having a disemboweling party for a few friends.

No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb, and was killed in shooting accident. Nasty business. I his susscussor... how you say... succsussor.

Dear Sir, I am writing to complain about that post about people failing out of a high building. I have worked all my life in such a building and have never once.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghhh

Popular as this jest has always been, however, it cannot compare with the ribald connotations associated with the dispatch of an edible missile. First... first the simple straightforward "offensive deposit."

:eyeroll: You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks.

You see! There ought to be a safety catch on it, I mean ... ohhhh! I mean, what if this fell into the wrong hands?

Well I mean, blimey, I mean if it was a big war somebody could be hurt. :scared:

The Reverend Charlie `Drooper' Hyper-Squawk Smith. the cleft-palated RAF chaplain, who single-handed shot down over five hundred German chaplains. This is the story of the men who flew with him ... it really is!

Oh, 'an aeroplane'. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.

It's an airship...an airship...d'you hear!? :bitchslap:

Hold on then... Wingco! Bend an ear to the Squadron Leader's banter for a sec, would you?

Uh, d-- don't-- don't worry about hi-- him, sir. He's de-- he's de-- He's de-- de-- de-- he's deaf and m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- mad, sir.

Monsieur Necker? :tongue: The man who introduced so many valuable reforms and who proved so popular despite his opposition to Mirabeau's policy of issuing 'assignats'?

Pretty strong meat there from Longueur who is saying, of course, that ultimately materialism, in this case the Webb's Wonder lettuce, must destroy us all.

Well, apparently the whole structure of world peace may be threatened unless we immediately...get out of here! :outtahere:

Okay Captain, you detail three men, start digging and load them up with cutlery, and then we'll have a rota. We'll have two hours digging, two hours vaulting and then two hours sleeping, okay?

Hold it. Hold it. Look, loves ... can anyone not involved in this scene, please leave the set. Now! Come on please. Anyone not concerned in this scene, the canteen's open upstairs.

[Your_Lion]

Die ist ein Kinnerhunder und zwei Mackel uber und der bitte schon ist den Wunderhaus sprechensie. 'Nein' sprecht der Herren 'Ist aufern borger mit zveitingen`.

:ranton: Anyone found trivializing this war will face the supreme penalty that military law can provide. :rantoff:

Well, they've spent a good night in there last night in preparation for the final assault today. The leader of the expedition is twenty-nine-year-old Bert Tagg - a local headmaster and mother of three.

It's Ghastly Spotty Cross-Eyed's :wacko: birthday and she's having a disemboweling party for a few friends.

No. He died. He have heart attack and fell out of window onto exploding bomb, and was killed in shooting accident. Nasty business. I his susscussor... how you say... succsussor.

Dear Sir, I am writing to complain about that post about people failing out of a high building. I have worked all my life in such a building and have never once.... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrgghhh

Popular as this jest has always been, however, it cannot compare with the ribald connotations associated with the dispatch of an edible missile. First... first the simple straightforward "offensive deposit."

:eyeroll: You promised you'd tell us about pointed sticks.

You see! There ought to be a safety catch on it, I mean ... ohhhh! I mean, what if this fell into the wrong hands?

Well I mean, blimey, I mean if it was a big war somebody could be hurt. :scared:

The Reverend Charlie `Drooper' Hyper-Squawk Smith. the cleft-palated RAF chaplain, who single-handed shot down over five hundred German chaplains. This is the story of the men who flew with him ... it really is!

Oh, 'an aeroplane'. Oh, I say, we are grand, aren't we? 'Oh, oh, no more buttered scones for me, mater. I'm off to play the grand piano'. 'Pardon me while I fly my aeroplane.

It's an airship...an airship...d'you hear!? :bitchslap:

Hold on then... Wingco! Bend an ear to the Squadron Leader's banter for a sec, would you?

Uh, d-- don't-- don't worry about hi-- him, sir. He's de-- he's de-- He's de-- de-- de-- he's deaf and m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- m-- mad, sir.

Monsieur Necker? :tongue: The man who introduced so many valuable reforms and who proved so popular despite his opposition to Mirabeau's policy of issuing 'assignats'?

Pretty strong meat there from Longueur who is saying, of course, that ultimately materialism, in this case the Webb's Wonder lettuce, must destroy us all.

Well, apparently the whole structure of world peace may be threatened unless we immediately...get out of here! :outtahere:

Okay Captain, you detail three men, start digging and load them up with cutlery, and then we'll have a rota. We'll have two hours digging, two hours vaulting and then two hours sleeping, okay?

Hold it. Hold it. Look, loves ... can anyone not involved in this scene, please leave the set. Now! Come on please. Anyone not concerned in this scene, the canteen's open upstairs.

Not so fast, IbanezJem! Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Inspector Baboon of Scotland Yard's Special Fraud Film Director Squad, Jungle Division. I'm arresting you for impersonating Signor Michelangelo Antonioni, an Italian film director who co-scripts all his own films, largely jettisoning narrative in favour of vague incident and relentless character study . Edited April 5, 2021 by Your_Lion

[IbanezJem]

And in t'film, we get Fred Titmus, the symbol of man's regeneration through radical Marxism... fair enough... but, but we never once get a chance to see him turn his off-breaks on that Brisbane sticky.

[blackhawkrush]

And in t'film, we get Fred Titmus, the symbol of man's regeneration through radical Marxism... fair enough... but, but we never once get a chance to see him turn his off-breaks on that Brisbane sticky.

Also, at one point you can see a pair of buttocks and there's another bit where I'll swear you can see everything. :blush:

[Your_Lion]

And in t'film, we get Fred Titmus, the symbol of man's regeneration through radical Marxism... fair enough... but, but we never once get a chance to see him turn his off-breaks on that Brisbane sticky.

Also, at one point you can see a pair of buttocks and there's another bit where I'll swear you can see everything. :blush:

Inter...course... pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! Loose woman...erogenous zone. :drool:

[blackhawkrush]

And in t'film, we get Fred Titmus, the symbol of man's regeneration through radical Marxism... fair enough... but, but we never once get a chance to see him turn his off-breaks on that Brisbane sticky.

Also, at one point you can see a pair of buttocks and there's another bit where I'll swear you can see everything. :blush:

Inter...course... pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! Loose woman...erogenous zone. :drool:

There's a proper psychiatrist to see you, Dr. Your_Lion. :smash:

[IbanezJem]

And in t'film, we get Fred Titmus, the symbol of man's regeneration through radical Marxism... fair enough... but, but we never once get a chance to see him turn his off-breaks on that Brisbane sticky.

Also, at one point you can see a pair of buttocks and there's another bit where I'll swear you can see everything. :blush:

Inter...course... pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! Loose woman...erogenous zone. :drool:

There's a proper psychiatrist to see you, Dr. Your_Lion. :smash:

Oh, come come, you must try to rest! Doctor Piglet, Doctor Winston, practice your art.

[blackhawkrush]

And in t'film, we get Fred Titmus, the symbol of man's regeneration through radical Marxism... fair enough... but, but we never once get a chance to see him turn his off-breaks on that Brisbane sticky.

Also, at one point you can see a pair of buttocks and there's another bit where I'll swear you can see everything. :blush:

Inter...course... pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! Loose woman...erogenous zone. :drool:

There's a proper psychiatrist to see you, Dr. Your_Lion. :smash:

Oh, come come, you must try to rest! Doctor Piglet, Doctor Winston, practice your art.

Well, we'll be taking you back there as soon as there are new developments. :fuckinputer:

[IbanezJem]

And in t'film, we get Fred Titmus, the symbol of man's regeneration through radical Marxism... fair enough... but, but we never once get a chance to see him turn his off-breaks on that Brisbane sticky.

Also, at one point you can see a pair of buttocks and there's another bit where I'll swear you can see everything. :blush:

Inter...course... pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! Loose woman...erogenous zone. :drool:

There's a proper psychiatrist to see you, Dr. Your_Lion. :smash:

Oh, come come, you must try to rest! Doctor Piglet, Doctor Winston, practice your art.

Well, we'll be taking you back there as soon as there are new developments. :fuckinputer:

When you took over this account Robert, Conquistador was a brand leader. Here you introduced your first campaign, 'Conquistador Coffee brings a new meaning to the word vomit'.

[blackhawkrush]

And in t'film, we get Fred Titmus, the symbol of man's regeneration through radical Marxism... fair enough... but, but we never once get a chance to see him turn his off-breaks on that Brisbane sticky.

Also, at one point you can see a pair of buttocks and there's another bit where I'll swear you can see everything. :blush:

Inter...course... pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! Loose woman...erogenous zone. :drool:

There's a proper psychiatrist to see you, Dr. Your_Lion. :smash:

Oh, come come, you must try to rest! Doctor Piglet, Doctor Winston, practice your art.

Well, we'll be taking you back there as soon as there are new developments. :fuckinputer:

When you took over this account Robert, Conquistador was a brand leader. Here you introduced your first campaign, 'Conquistador Coffee brings a new meaning to the word vomit'.

Oh, I hadn't fully divined your attitude towards the :spitwater: You see, I mainly design slaughter houses.

[IbanezJem]

And in t'film, we get Fred Titmus, the symbol of man's regeneration through radical Marxism... fair enough... but, but we never once get a chance to see him turn his off-breaks on that Brisbane sticky.

Also, at one point you can see a pair of buttocks and there's another bit where I'll swear you can see everything. :blush:

Inter...course... pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! Loose woman...erogenous zone. :drool:

There's a proper psychiatrist to see you, Dr. Your_Lion. :smash:

Oh, come come, you must try to rest! Doctor Piglet, Doctor Winston, practice your art.

Well, we'll be taking you back there as soon as there are new developments. :fuckinputer:

When you took over this account Robert, Conquistador was a brand leader. Here you introduced your first campaign, 'Conquistador Coffee brings a new meaning to the word vomit'.

Oh, I hadn't fully divined your attitude towards the :spitwater: You see, I mainly design slaughter houses.

Ugh! Dreadful tin things.

[Your_Lion]

And in t'film, we get Fred Titmus, the symbol of man's regeneration through radical Marxism... fair enough... but, but we never once get a chance to see him turn his off-breaks on that Brisbane sticky.

Also, at one point you can see a pair of buttocks and there's another bit where I'll swear you can see everything. :blush:

Inter...course... pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! Loose woman...erogenous zone. :drool:

There's a proper psychiatrist to see you, Dr. Your_Lion. :smash:

Oh, come come, you must try to rest! Doctor Piglet, Doctor Winston, practice your art.

Well, we'll be taking you back there as soon as there are new developments. :fuckinputer:

When you took over this account Robert, Conquistador was a brand leader. Here you introduced your first campaign, 'Conquistador Coffee brings a new meaning to the word vomit'.

Oh, I hadn't fully divined your attitude towards the :spitwater: You see, I mainly design slaughter houses.

Ugh! Dreadful tin things.

Little bits of tin consolidated although biscuits sank after an early gain and stools remained anonymous. Armpits rallied well after a poor start. Nipples rose dramatically during the morning but had declined by mid-afternoon, while teeth clenched and buttocks remained firm.

[IbanezJem]

And in t'film, we get Fred Titmus, the symbol of man's regeneration through radical Marxism... fair enough... but, but we never once get a chance to see him turn his off-breaks on that Brisbane sticky.

Also, at one point you can see a pair of buttocks and there's another bit where I'll swear you can see everything. :blush:

Inter...course... pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! Loose woman...erogenous zone. :drool:

There's a proper psychiatrist to see you, Dr. Your_Lion. :smash:

Oh, come come, you must try to rest! Doctor Piglet, Doctor Winston, practice your art.

Well, we'll be taking you back there as soon as there are new developments. :fuckinputer:

When you took over this account Robert, Conquistador was a brand leader. Here you introduced your first campaign, 'Conquistador Coffee brings a new meaning to the word vomit'.

Oh, I hadn't fully divined your attitude towards the :spitwater: You see, I mainly design slaughter houses.

Ugh! Dreadful tin things.

Little bits of tin consolidated although biscuits sank after an early gain and stools remained anonymous. Armpits rallied well after a poor start. Nipples rose dramatically during the morning but had declined by mid-afternoon, while teeth clenched and buttocks remained firm.

The Champ must try and keep his head on. The Killer's kicked him in the groin and he's bitten half his left buttock off and the referee's stepped in with a warning there.

[blackhawkrush]

And in t'film, we get Fred Titmus, the symbol of man's regeneration through radical Marxism... fair enough... but, but we never once get a chance to see him turn his off-breaks on that Brisbane sticky.

Also, at one point you can see a pair of buttocks and there's another bit where I'll swear you can see everything. :blush:

Inter...course... pert...pert thighs...botty, botty botty...erogenous...zone...concubine...erogenous zone! Loose woman...erogenous zone. :drool:

There's a proper psychiatrist to see you, Dr. Your_Lion. :smash:

Oh, come come, you must try to rest! Doctor Piglet, Doctor Winston, practice your art.

Well, we'll be taking you back there as soon as there are new developments. :fuckinputer:

When you took over this account Robert, Conquistador was a brand leader. Here you introduced your first campaign, 'Conquistador Coffee brings a new meaning to the word vomit'.

Oh, I hadn't fully divined your attitude towards the :spitwater: You see, I mainly design slaughter houses.

Ugh! Dreadful tin things.

Little bits of tin consolidated although biscuits sank after an early gain and stools remained anonymous. Armpits rallied well after a poor start. Nipples rose dramatically during the morning but had declined by mid-afternoon, while teeth clenched and buttocks remained firm.

The Champ must try and keep his head on. The Killer's kicked him in the groin and he's bitten half his left buttock off and the referee's stepped in with a warning there.

You are a naughty, naughty, vicious little boy. :poke: Oh, look at that!