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I'd rather eat Johnson

Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis. :atickhum:

Yes, and you want me to hack a bit off.

You wouldn't rather just have it combed, would you sir? :unsure:

it's a great-idea-but-possibly-not-and-I'm-not-being-indecisive!

Stout fellow, salt of the earth, backbone of Canada. :cheers:

Listen Buster! In Canada it is dark for eight months of the year, and it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off and there's only golly fish to eat.

What a simply super little place! Yes, they've done wonders with it. :hockey:

And may I say what a pleasure it is to see you here again, sir!

I have only just arrived from Gilingham on the 8:13 and here's my restaurant car ticket to prove it. :finbar:

That was a nasty business back at the restaurant.

Yeah, I think it was a mistake wearing spectacles. :wacko:

I didn't want to say anything. I just wanted to try and ignore your crass mistake.
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I'd rather eat Johnson

Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis. :atickhum:

Yes, and you want me to hack a bit off.

You wouldn't rather just have it combed, would you sir? :unsure:

it's a great-idea-but-possibly-not-and-I'm-not-being-indecisive!

Stout fellow, salt of the earth, backbone of Canada. :cheers:

Listen Buster! In Canada it is dark for eight months of the year, and it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off and there's only golly fish to eat.

What a simply super little place! Yes, they've done wonders with it. :hockey:

And may I say what a pleasure it is to see you here again, sir!

I have only just arrived from Gilingham on the 8:13 and here's my restaurant car ticket to prove it. :finbar:

That was a nasty business back at the restaurant.

Yeah, I think it was a mistake wearing spectacles. :wacko:

I didn't want to say anything. I just wanted to try and ignore your crass mistake.

Oh, signora...my mistake. I play for you "My mistake." :geddy: My mistake :Alex: I have made my mistake. :Neil:
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I'd rather eat Johnson

Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis. :atickhum:

Yes, and you want me to hack a bit off.

You wouldn't rather just have it combed, would you sir? :unsure:

it's a great-idea-but-possibly-not-and-I'm-not-being-indecisive!

Stout fellow, salt of the earth, backbone of Canada. :cheers:

Listen Buster! In Canada it is dark for eight months of the year, and it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off and there's only golly fish to eat.

What a simply super little place! Yes, they've done wonders with it. :hockey:

And may I say what a pleasure it is to see you here again, sir!

I have only just arrived from Gilingham on the 8:13 and here's my restaurant car ticket to prove it. :finbar:

That was a nasty business back at the restaurant.

Yeah, I think it was a mistake wearing spectacles. :wacko:

I didn't want to say anything. I just wanted to try and ignore your crass mistake.

Oh, signora...my mistake. I play for you "My mistake." :geddy: My mistake :Alex: I have made my mistake. :Neil:

... oh crikey. The old song finished her orff.
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I'd rather eat Johnson

Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis. :atickhum:

Yes, and you want me to hack a bit off.

You wouldn't rather just have it combed, would you sir? :unsure:

it's a great-idea-but-possibly-not-and-I'm-not-being-indecisive!

Stout fellow, salt of the earth, backbone of Canada. :cheers:

Listen Buster! In Canada it is dark for eight months of the year, and it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off and there's only golly fish to eat.

What a simply super little place! Yes, they've done wonders with it. :hockey:

And may I say what a pleasure it is to see you here again, sir!

I have only just arrived from Gilingham on the 8:13 and here's my restaurant car ticket to prove it. :finbar:

That was a nasty business back at the restaurant.

Yeah, I think it was a mistake wearing spectacles. :wacko:

I didn't want to say anything. I just wanted to try and ignore your crass mistake.

Oh, signora...my mistake. I play for you "My mistake." :geddy: My mistake :Alex: I have made my mistake. :Neil:

... oh crikey. The old song finished her orff.

Look, tell you what, we'll eat her, if you feel a bit guilty about it after, we can dig a grave and you can throw up in it.
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I'd rather eat Johnson

Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis. :atickhum:

Yes, and you want me to hack a bit off.

You wouldn't rather just have it combed, would you sir? :unsure:

it's a great-idea-but-possibly-not-and-I'm-not-being-indecisive!

Stout fellow, salt of the earth, backbone of Canada. :cheers:

Listen Buster! In Canada it is dark for eight months of the year, and it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off and there's only golly fish to eat.

What a simply super little place! Yes, they've done wonders with it. :hockey:

And may I say what a pleasure it is to see you here again, sir!

I have only just arrived from Gilingham on the 8:13 and here's my restaurant car ticket to prove it. :finbar:

That was a nasty business back at the restaurant.

Yeah, I think it was a mistake wearing spectacles. :wacko:

I didn't want to say anything. I just wanted to try and ignore your crass mistake.

Oh, signora...my mistake. I play for you "My mistake." :geddy: My mistake :Alex: I have made my mistake. :Neil:

... oh crikey. The old song finished her orff.

Look, tell you what, we'll eat her, if you feel a bit guilty about it after, we can dig a grave and you can throw up in it.

Yeah, it's on the invoice. :yes: Yeah, that's best.
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I'd rather eat Johnson

Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis. :atickhum:

Yes, and you want me to hack a bit off.

You wouldn't rather just have it combed, would you sir? :unsure:

it's a great-idea-but-possibly-not-and-I'm-not-being-indecisive!

Stout fellow, salt of the earth, backbone of Canada. :cheers:

Listen Buster! In Canada it is dark for eight months of the year, and it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off and there's only golly fish to eat.

What a simply super little place! Yes, they've done wonders with it. :hockey:

And may I say what a pleasure it is to see you here again, sir!

I have only just arrived from Gilingham on the 8:13 and here's my restaurant car ticket to prove it. :finbar:

That was a nasty business back at the restaurant.

Yeah, I think it was a mistake wearing spectacles. :wacko:

I didn't want to say anything. I just wanted to try and ignore your crass mistake.

Oh, signora...my mistake. I play for you "My mistake." :geddy: My mistake :Alex: I have made my mistake. :Neil:

... oh crikey. The old song finished her orff.

Look, tell you what, we'll eat her, if you feel a bit guilty about it after, we can dig a grave and you can throw up in it.

Yeah, it's on the invoice. :yes: Yeah, that's best.

As we were going away for a fortnight's holiday, I thought I'd better bury it just to be on the safe side.
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I'd rather eat Johnson

Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis. :atickhum:

Yes, and you want me to hack a bit off.

You wouldn't rather just have it combed, would you sir? :unsure:

it's a great-idea-but-possibly-not-and-I'm-not-being-indecisive!

Stout fellow, salt of the earth, backbone of Canada. :cheers:

Listen Buster! In Canada it is dark for eight months of the year, and it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off and there's only golly fish to eat.

What a simply super little place! Yes, they've done wonders with it. :hockey:

And may I say what a pleasure it is to see you here again, sir!

I have only just arrived from Gilingham on the 8:13 and here's my restaurant car ticket to prove it. :finbar:

That was a nasty business back at the restaurant.

Yeah, I think it was a mistake wearing spectacles. :wacko:

I didn't want to say anything. I just wanted to try and ignore your crass mistake.

Oh, signora...my mistake. I play for you "My mistake." :geddy: My mistake :Alex: I have made my mistake. :Neil:

... oh crikey. The old song finished her orff.

Look, tell you what, we'll eat her, if you feel a bit guilty about it after, we can dig a grave and you can throw up in it.

Yeah, it's on the invoice. :yes: Yeah, that's best.

As we were going away for a fortnight's holiday, I thought I'd better bury it just to be on the safe side.

Lazy creatures, mynah birds... :moon:
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I'd rather eat Johnson

Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis. :atickhum:

Yes, and you want me to hack a bit off.

You wouldn't rather just have it combed, would you sir? :unsure:

it's a great-idea-but-possibly-not-and-I'm-not-being-indecisive!

Stout fellow, salt of the earth, backbone of Canada. :cheers:

Listen Buster! In Canada it is dark for eight months of the year, and it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off and there's only golly fish to eat.

What a simply super little place! Yes, they've done wonders with it. :hockey:

And may I say what a pleasure it is to see you here again, sir!

I have only just arrived from Gilingham on the 8:13 and here's my restaurant car ticket to prove it. :finbar:

That was a nasty business back at the restaurant.

Yeah, I think it was a mistake wearing spectacles. :wacko:

I didn't want to say anything. I just wanted to try and ignore your crass mistake.

Oh, signora...my mistake. I play for you "My mistake." :geddy: My mistake :Alex: I have made my mistake. :Neil:

... oh crikey. The old song finished her orff.

Look, tell you what, we'll eat her, if you feel a bit guilty about it after, we can dig a grave and you can throw up in it.

Yeah, it's on the invoice. :yes: Yeah, that's best.

As we were going away for a fortnight's holiday, I thought I'd better bury it just to be on the safe side.

Lazy creatures, mynah birds... :moon:

The only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in the first place was that it had been nailed there. :tsk:
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I'd rather eat Johnson

Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis. :atickhum:

Yes, and you want me to hack a bit off.

You wouldn't rather just have it combed, would you sir? :unsure:

it's a great-idea-but-possibly-not-and-I'm-not-being-indecisive!

Stout fellow, salt of the earth, backbone of Canada. :cheers:

Listen Buster! In Canada it is dark for eight months of the year, and it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off and there's only golly fish to eat.

What a simply super little place! Yes, they've done wonders with it. :hockey:

And may I say what a pleasure it is to see you here again, sir!

I have only just arrived from Gilingham on the 8:13 and here's my restaurant car ticket to prove it. :finbar:

That was a nasty business back at the restaurant.

Yeah, I think it was a mistake wearing spectacles. :wacko:

I didn't want to say anything. I just wanted to try and ignore your crass mistake.

Oh, signora...my mistake. I play for you "My mistake." :geddy: My mistake :Alex: I have made my mistake. :Neil:

... oh crikey. The old song finished her orff.

Look, tell you what, we'll eat her, if you feel a bit guilty about it after, we can dig a grave and you can throw up in it.

Yeah, it's on the invoice. :yes: Yeah, that's best.

As we were going away for a fortnight's holiday, I thought I'd better bury it just to be on the safe side.

Lazy creatures, mynah birds... :moon:

The only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in the first place was that it had been nailed there. :tsk:

All I can say is...go ahead. Be crucified. See if I care. :(
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All I can say is...go ahead. Be crucified. See if I care. :(

Thank you, Eddie. And now time for this week's request death. For Mr and Mrs Violet Stebbings of 23 Wolverston Road, Hull, the death of Mr Bruce Foster of Guildford. :clap:
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All I can say is...go ahead. Be crucified. See if I care. :(

Thank you, Eddie. And now time for this week's request death. For Mr and Mrs Violet Stebbings of 23 Wolverston Road, Hull, the death of Mr Bruce Foster of Guildford. :clap:

No further questions, m'lud. :outtahere:
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All I can say is...go ahead. Be crucified. See if I care. :(

Thank you, Eddie. And now time for this week's request death. For Mr and Mrs Violet Stebbings of 23 Wolverston Road, Hull, the death of Mr Bruce Foster of Guildford. :clap:

No further questions, m'lud. :outtahere:

Oh dear oh dear... that's not very good, is it. Look, surely you knew number four!

It's from 'The Merchant of Venice' - even I know that! :facepalm:

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All I can say is...go ahead. Be crucified. See if I care. :(

Thank you, Eddie. And now time for this week's request death. For Mr and Mrs Violet Stebbings of 23 Wolverston Road, Hull, the death of Mr Bruce Foster of Guildford. :clap:

No further questions, m'lud. :outtahere:

Oh dear oh dear... that's not very good, is it. Look, surely you knew number four!

It's from 'The Merchant of Venice' - even I know that! :facepalm:

Sounds more like Dickens. :eh:
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All I can say is...go ahead. Be crucified. See if I care. :(

Thank you, Eddie. And now time for this week's request death. For Mr and Mrs Violet Stebbings of 23 Wolverston Road, Hull, the death of Mr Bruce Foster of Guildford. :clap:

No further questions, m'lud. :outtahere:

Oh dear oh dear... that's not very good, is it. Look, surely you knew number four!

It's from 'The Merchant of Venice' - even I know that! :facepalm:

Sounds more like Dickens. :eh:

It sodding was not! It was Shaw!
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All I can say is...go ahead. Be crucified. See if I care. :(

Thank you, Eddie. And now time for this week's request death. For Mr and Mrs Violet Stebbings of 23 Wolverston Road, Hull, the death of Mr Bruce Foster of Guildford. :clap:

No further questions, m'lud. :outtahere:

Oh dear oh dear... that's not very good, is it. Look, surely you knew number four!

It's from 'The Merchant of Venice' - even I know that! :facepalm:

Sounds more like Dickens. :eh:

It sodding was not! It was Shaw!

...and who's this here with him? It's Braque. Georges Braque, the Cubist, painting a bird in flight over a cornfield and going very fast down the hill towards Kingston and... :16ton:
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All I can say is...go ahead. Be crucified. See if I care. :(

Thank you, Eddie. And now time for this week's request death. For Mr and Mrs Violet Stebbings of 23 Wolverston Road, Hull, the death of Mr Bruce Foster of Guildford. :clap:

No further questions, m'lud. :outtahere:

Oh dear oh dear... that's not very good, is it. Look, surely you knew number four!

It's from 'The Merchant of Venice' - even I know that! :facepalm:

Sounds more like Dickens. :eh:

It sodding was not! It was Shaw!

...and who's this here with him? It's Braque. Georges Braque, the Cubist, painting a bird in flight over a cornfield and going very fast down the hill towards Kingston and... :16ton:

by an almost unanimous vote, paintings in the National Gallery voted to continue the strike that has emptied frames for the last week. The man from Constable's 'Hay Wain' said last night that there was no chance of a return to the pictures before the weekend. :no:
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All I can say is...go ahead. Be crucified. See if I care. :(

Thank you, Eddie. And now time for this week's request death. For Mr and Mrs Violet Stebbings of 23 Wolverston Road, Hull, the death of Mr Bruce Foster of Guildford. :clap:

No further questions, m'lud. :outtahere:

Oh dear oh dear... that's not very good, is it. Look, surely you knew number four!

It's from 'The Merchant of Venice' - even I know that! :facepalm:

Sounds more like Dickens. :eh:

It sodding was not! It was Shaw!

...and who's this here with him? It's Braque. Georges Braque, the Cubist, painting a bird in flight over a cornfield and going very fast down the hill towards Kingston and... :16ton:

by an almost unanimous vote, paintings in the National Gallery voted to continue the strike that has emptied frames for the last week. The man from Constable's 'Hay Wain' said last night that there was no chance of a return to the pictures before the weekend. :no:

Well, there's not very much we can do about that, sir. :(
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All I can say is...go ahead. Be crucified. See if I care. :(

Thank you, Eddie. And now time for this week's request death. For Mr and Mrs Violet Stebbings of 23 Wolverston Road, Hull, the death of Mr Bruce Foster of Guildford. :clap:

No further questions, m'lud. :outtahere:

Oh dear oh dear... that's not very good, is it. Look, surely you knew number four!

It's from 'The Merchant of Venice' - even I know that! :facepalm:

Sounds more like Dickens. :eh:

It sodding was not! It was Shaw!

...and who's this here with him? It's Braque. Georges Braque, the Cubist, painting a bird in flight over a cornfield and going very fast down the hill towards Kingston and... :16ton:

by an almost unanimous vote, paintings in the National Gallery voted to continue the strike that has emptied frames for the last week. The man from Constable's 'Hay Wain' said last night that there was no chance of a return to the pictures before the weekend. :no:

Well, there's not very much we can do about that, sir. :(

Right, I'm not going to buy an ant from you now.
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All I can say is...go ahead. Be crucified. See if I care. :(

Thank you, Eddie. And now time for this week's request death. For Mr and Mrs Violet Stebbings of 23 Wolverston Road, Hull, the death of Mr Bruce Foster of Guildford. :clap:

No further questions, m'lud. :outtahere:

Oh dear oh dear... that's not very good, is it. Look, surely you knew number four!

It's from 'The Merchant of Venice' - even I know that! :facepalm:

Sounds more like Dickens. :eh:

It sodding was not! It was Shaw!

...and who's this here with him? It's Braque. Georges Braque, the Cubist, painting a bird in flight over a cornfield and going very fast down the hill towards Kingston and... :16ton:

by an almost unanimous vote, paintings in the National Gallery voted to continue the strike that has emptied frames for the last week. The man from Constable's 'Hay Wain' said last night that there was no chance of a return to the pictures before the weekend. :no:

Well, there's not very much we can do about that, sir. :(

Right, I'm not going to buy an ant from you now.

How about brushes? Nylon or bristle? Strong-tufted, attractive colors. :hi:
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All I can say is...go ahead. Be crucified. See if I care. :(

Thank you, Eddie. And now time for this week's request death. For Mr and Mrs Violet Stebbings of 23 Wolverston Road, Hull, the death of Mr Bruce Foster of Guildford. :clap:

No further questions, m'lud. :outtahere:

Oh dear oh dear... that's not very good, is it. Look, surely you knew number four!

It's from 'The Merchant of Venice' - even I know that! :facepalm:

Sounds more like Dickens. :eh:

It sodding was not! It was Shaw!

...and who's this here with him? It's Braque. Georges Braque, the Cubist, painting a bird in flight over a cornfield and going very fast down the hill towards Kingston and... :16ton:

by an almost unanimous vote, paintings in the National Gallery voted to continue the strike that has emptied frames for the last week. The man from Constable's 'Hay Wain' said last night that there was no chance of a return to the pictures before the weekend. :no:

Well, there's not very much we can do about that, sir. :(

Right, I'm not going to buy an ant from you now.

How about brushes? Nylon or bristle? Strong-tufted, attractive colors. :hi:

Well I think Utrillo's brushwork is fantastic... But he doesn't always agree with me ... Not after a Rubens, anyway ... all those cherries ... ooohh ... Urgh! I've got Vermeer all down my shirt...
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All I can say is...go ahead. Be crucified. See if I care. :(

Thank you, Eddie. And now time for this week's request death. For Mr and Mrs Violet Stebbings of 23 Wolverston Road, Hull, the death of Mr Bruce Foster of Guildford. :clap:

No further questions, m'lud. :outtahere:

Oh dear oh dear... that's not very good, is it. Look, surely you knew number four!

It's from 'The Merchant of Venice' - even I know that! :facepalm:

Sounds more like Dickens. :eh:

It sodding was not! It was Shaw!

...and who's this here with him? It's Braque. Georges Braque, the Cubist, painting a bird in flight over a cornfield and going very fast down the hill towards Kingston and... :16ton:

by an almost unanimous vote, paintings in the National Gallery voted to continue the strike that has emptied frames for the last week. The man from Constable's 'Hay Wain' said last night that there was no chance of a return to the pictures before the weekend. :no:

Well, there's not very much we can do about that, sir. :(

Right, I'm not going to buy an ant from you now.

How about brushes? Nylon or bristle? Strong-tufted, attractive colors. :hi:

Well I think Utrillo's brushwork is fantastic... But he doesn't always agree with me ... Not after a Rubens, anyway ... all those cherries ... ooohh ... Urgh! I've got Vermeer all down my shirt...

It's over you. You get the laugh. You get all the laughs. And now for the custard pie in the mush. It's not my mush - it's your mush. It's your laugh - it's your laugh mate - not mine. It's your bleeding laugh
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All I can say is...go ahead. Be crucified. See if I care. :(

Thank you, Eddie. And now time for this week's request death. For Mr and Mrs Violet Stebbings of 23 Wolverston Road, Hull, the death of Mr Bruce Foster of Guildford. :clap:

No further questions, m'lud. :outtahere:

Oh dear oh dear... that's not very good, is it. Look, surely you knew number four!

It's from 'The Merchant of Venice' - even I know that! :facepalm:

Sounds more like Dickens. :eh:

It sodding was not! It was Shaw!

...and who's this here with him? It's Braque. Georges Braque, the Cubist, painting a bird in flight over a cornfield and going very fast down the hill towards Kingston and... :16ton:

by an almost unanimous vote, paintings in the National Gallery voted to continue the strike that has emptied frames for the last week. The man from Constable's 'Hay Wain' said last night that there was no chance of a return to the pictures before the weekend. :no:

Well, there's not very much we can do about that, sir. :(

Right, I'm not going to buy an ant from you now.

How about brushes? Nylon or bristle? Strong-tufted, attractive colors. :hi:

Well I think Utrillo's brushwork is fantastic... But he doesn't always agree with me ... Not after a Rubens, anyway ... all those cherries ... ooohh ... Urgh! I've got Vermeer all down my shirt...

It's over you. You get the laugh. You get all the laughs. And now for the custard pie in the mush. It's not my mush - it's your mush. It's your laugh - it's your laugh mate - not mine. It's your bleeding laugh

Oooh, Mr. Bimmler, you do have us on. :LOL:
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All I can say is...go ahead. Be crucified. See if I care. :(

Thank you, Eddie. And now time for this week's request death. For Mr and Mrs Violet Stebbings of 23 Wolverston Road, Hull, the death of Mr Bruce Foster of Guildford. :clap:

No further questions, m'lud. :outtahere:

Oh dear oh dear... that's not very good, is it. Look, surely you knew number four!

It's from 'The Merchant of Venice' - even I know that! :facepalm:

Sounds more like Dickens. :eh:

It sodding was not! It was Shaw!

...and who's this here with him? It's Braque. Georges Braque, the Cubist, painting a bird in flight over a cornfield and going very fast down the hill towards Kingston and... :16ton:

by an almost unanimous vote, paintings in the National Gallery voted to continue the strike that has emptied frames for the last week. The man from Constable's 'Hay Wain' said last night that there was no chance of a return to the pictures before the weekend. :no:

Well, there's not very much we can do about that, sir. :(

Right, I'm not going to buy an ant from you now.

How about brushes? Nylon or bristle? Strong-tufted, attractive colors. :hi:

Well I think Utrillo's brushwork is fantastic... But he doesn't always agree with me ... Not after a Rubens, anyway ... all those cherries ... ooohh ... Urgh! I've got Vermeer all down my shirt...

It's over you. You get the laugh. You get all the laughs. And now for the custard pie in the mush. It's not my mush - it's your mush. It's your laugh - it's your laugh mate - not mine. It's your bleeding laugh

Oooh, Mr. Bimmler, you do have us on. :LOL:

a nice little number...a bit vicious in parts, but a lot of fun...but how about that punch line, eh? :clap:
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All I can say is...go ahead. Be crucified. See if I care. :(

Thank you, Eddie. And now time for this week's request death. For Mr and Mrs Violet Stebbings of 23 Wolverston Road, Hull, the death of Mr Bruce Foster of Guildford. :clap:

No further questions, m'lud. :outtahere:

Oh dear oh dear... that's not very good, is it. Look, surely you knew number four!

It's from 'The Merchant of Venice' - even I know that! :facepalm:

Sounds more like Dickens. :eh:

It sodding was not! It was Shaw!

...and who's this here with him? It's Braque. Georges Braque, the Cubist, painting a bird in flight over a cornfield and going very fast down the hill towards Kingston and... :16ton:

by an almost unanimous vote, paintings in the National Gallery voted to continue the strike that has emptied frames for the last week. The man from Constable's 'Hay Wain' said last night that there was no chance of a return to the pictures before the weekend. :no:

Well, there's not very much we can do about that, sir. :(

Right, I'm not going to buy an ant from you now.

How about brushes? Nylon or bristle? Strong-tufted, attractive colors. :hi:

Well I think Utrillo's brushwork is fantastic... But he doesn't always agree with me ... Not after a Rubens, anyway ... all those cherries ... ooohh ... Urgh! I've got Vermeer all down my shirt...

It's over you. You get the laugh. You get all the laughs. And now for the custard pie in the mush. It's not my mush - it's your mush. It's your laugh - it's your laugh mate - not mine. It's your bleeding laugh

Oooh, Mr. Bimmler, you do have us on. :LOL:

a nice little number...a bit vicious in parts, but a lot of fun...but how about that punch line, eh? :clap:

What a good punchline. Pity we missed that. Still, never mind, we can always do it again
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All I can say is...go ahead. Be crucified. See if I care. :(

Thank you, Eddie. And now time for this week's request death. For Mr and Mrs Violet Stebbings of 23 Wolverston Road, Hull, the death of Mr Bruce Foster of Guildford. :clap:

No further questions, m'lud. :outtahere:

Oh dear oh dear... that's not very good, is it. Look, surely you knew number four!

It's from 'The Merchant of Venice' - even I know that! :facepalm:

Sounds more like Dickens. :eh:

It sodding was not! It was Shaw!

...and who's this here with him? It's Braque. Georges Braque, the Cubist, painting a bird in flight over a cornfield and going very fast down the hill towards Kingston and... :16ton:

by an almost unanimous vote, paintings in the National Gallery voted to continue the strike that has emptied frames for the last week. The man from Constable's 'Hay Wain' said last night that there was no chance of a return to the pictures before the weekend. :no:

Well, there's not very much we can do about that, sir. :(

Right, I'm not going to buy an ant from you now.

How about brushes? Nylon or bristle? Strong-tufted, attractive colors. :hi:

Well I think Utrillo's brushwork is fantastic... But he doesn't always agree with me ... Not after a Rubens, anyway ... all those cherries ... ooohh ... Urgh! I've got Vermeer all down my shirt...

It's over you. You get the laugh. You get all the laughs. And now for the custard pie in the mush. It's not my mush - it's your mush. It's your laugh - it's your laugh mate - not mine. It's your bleeding laugh

Oooh, Mr. Bimmler, you do have us on. :LOL:

a nice little number...a bit vicious in parts, but a lot of fun...but how about that punch line, eh? :clap:

What a good punchline. Pity we missed that. Still, never mind, we can always do it again

Let's have a look at that handshake again in slow motion... :fistbump:
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