Your_Lion Posted October 27, 2013 Share Posted October 27, 2013 Quite like it. Bit long, though, I think. Yeah, we did it for Caesar's Christmas Show "THE THIRD TEST MATCH" :drool:No, it was just a little joke. Actually, I am the Council Ratcatcher.Oh, thank goodness you've come. We're having a terrible time with them bleeding rats. I think they live in his stupid piano already. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you on the mouse organ 'The Bells of St Mary'sA spokesman for parrots said he was glad no parrots were involved.Look my lad, I know a dead parrot when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.This is supposed to be a happy occasion! Let's not bicker and argue about who killed whoIt is a great moment for France. I can see us now. :blink: Just after Montesquieu and just before Mozart.Bonsoir - ici nous avons les diagrammes modernes d'un mouton anglo-français ... maintenant ... baa-aa, baa-aa... nous avons, dans la tête, le cabinc. Ici, on se trouve le petit capitaine Anglais, Monsieur TrubshaweAh! Helmut, you want the German classes. :tsk:Der ver zwei peanuts, valking down der strasse, and von vas... assaulted! peanut. Ho-ho-ho-ho. Yeah, this used to be a nice neighborhood before the old ladies started moving in. Nowadays some of us daren't even go down to the shops. :scared: It's handy for the shops and convenient for the West End.I had been running a successful escort agency. High class, no really, high class girls - we didn't have any of that.I come about your advert - 'Small white pussy cat for sale. Excellent condition'. :drool:I've had enough of this. I am not a courtesanShut up you silly bitch, it was only a bit of fun.Tonight I want to examine the whole question of eighteenth-century social legislation - its relevance to the hierarchical structure of post-Renaissance society, and its impact on the future of parochial organization in an expanding agrarian economy. But first a bit of fun.I'd like to talk to you tonight about the place of the nude in my bed ... um ... in the history of my bed ... of art, of art, I'm sorry. The place of the nude in the history of tart... call-girl... I'm sorry. I'll start again... Bum ... oh what a giveaway. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted October 27, 2013 Author Share Posted October 27, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted October 27, 2013 Share Posted October 27, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'.Oh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted October 28, 2013 Author Share Posted October 28, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'.Oh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! Week two sees the return of the wacky exploits of the oddest couple you've ever seen - yes, 'Dad's Pooves'...... the kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of unnatural sexual practices Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted October 28, 2013 Share Posted October 28, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'.Oh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! Week two sees the return of the wacky exploits of the oddest couple you've ever seen - yes, 'Dad's Pooves'...... the kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of unnatural sexual practices"But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful... :spitwater: " 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted October 28, 2013 Author Share Posted October 28, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'.Oh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! Week two sees the return of the wacky exploits of the oddest couple you've ever seen - yes, 'Dad's Pooves'...... the kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of unnatural sexual practices"But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful... :spitwater: "Is he foaming at the mouth to fall over backwards or falling over backwards to foam at the mouth? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Your_Lion Posted October 28, 2013 Share Posted October 28, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'.Oh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! Week two sees the return of the wacky exploits of the oddest couple you've ever seen - yes, 'Dad's Pooves'...... the kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of unnatural sexual practices"But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful... :spitwater: "Is he foaming at the mouth to fall over backwards or falling over backwards to foam at the mouth?We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted October 28, 2013 Author Share Posted October 28, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'.Oh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! Week two sees the return of the wacky exploits of the oddest couple you've ever seen - yes, 'Dad's Pooves'...... the kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of unnatural sexual practices"But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful... :spitwater: "Is he foaming at the mouth to fall over backwards or falling over backwards to foam at the mouth?We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Your_Lion Posted October 28, 2013 Share Posted October 28, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'.Oh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! Week two sees the return of the wacky exploits of the oddest couple you've ever seen - yes, 'Dad's Pooves'...... the kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of unnatural sexual practices"But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful... :spitwater: "Is he foaming at the mouth to fall over backwards or falling over backwards to foam at the mouth?We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.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 GuildfordAre you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted October 28, 2013 Share Posted October 28, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'.Oh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! Week two sees the return of the wacky exploits of the oddest couple you've ever seen - yes, 'Dad's Pooves'...... the kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of unnatural sexual practices"But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful... :spitwater: "Is he foaming at the mouth to fall over backwards or falling over backwards to foam at the mouth?We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.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 GuildfordAre you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up.If he opens his big mouth again...it's lampshade time! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Your_Lion Posted October 28, 2013 Share Posted October 28, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'.Oh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! Week two sees the return of the wacky exploits of the oddest couple you've ever seen - yes, 'Dad's Pooves'...... the kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of unnatural sexual practices"But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful... :spitwater: "Is he foaming at the mouth to fall over backwards or falling over backwards to foam at the mouth?We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.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 GuildfordAre you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up.If he opens his big mouth again...it's lampshade time! I asked him if he'd mind very much not nailing my head to the floor that week, and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted October 29, 2013 Share Posted October 29, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'.Oh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! Week two sees the return of the wacky exploits of the oddest couple you've ever seen - yes, 'Dad's Pooves'...... the kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of unnatural sexual practices"But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful... :spitwater: "Is he foaming at the mouth to fall over backwards or falling over backwards to foam at the mouth?We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.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 GuildfordAre you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up.If he opens his big mouth again...it's lampshade time! I asked him if he'd mind very much not nailing my head to the floor that week, and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand.Wouldn't mind a slice of cake. Nice chocolate cake...delicious... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted October 29, 2013 Author Share Posted October 29, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'.Oh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! Week two sees the return of the wacky exploits of the oddest couple you've ever seen - yes, 'Dad's Pooves'...... the kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of unnatural sexual practices"But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful... :spitwater: "Is he foaming at the mouth to fall over backwards or falling over backwards to foam at the mouth?We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.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 GuildfordAre you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up.If he opens his big mouth again...it's lampshade time! I asked him if he'd mind very much not nailing my head to the floor that week, and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand.Wouldn't mind a slice of cake. Nice chocolate cake...delicious... He worked on that cake like no one else I've ever known. Some nights it was so cold, we could hardly move, but Blackie'd be out there slicing the lemons, mixing the sugar and the almonds. I mean, you try trying to get butter to melt at fifteen degrees below zero! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted October 29, 2013 Share Posted October 29, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'.Oh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! Week two sees the return of the wacky exploits of the oddest couple you've ever seen - yes, 'Dad's Pooves'...... the kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of unnatural sexual practices"But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful... :spitwater: "Is he foaming at the mouth to fall over backwards or falling over backwards to foam at the mouth?We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.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 GuildfordAre you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up.If he opens his big mouth again...it's lampshade time! I asked him if he'd mind very much not nailing my head to the floor that week, and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand.Wouldn't mind a slice of cake. Nice chocolate cake...delicious... He worked on that cake like no one else I've ever known. Some nights it was so cold, we could hardly move, but Blackie'd be out there slicing the lemons, mixing the sugar and the almonds. I mean, you try trying to get butter to melt at fifteen degrees below zero!There may be...a little delay. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted October 29, 2013 Author Share Posted October 29, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'.Oh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! Week two sees the return of the wacky exploits of the oddest couple you've ever seen - yes, 'Dad's Pooves'...... the kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of unnatural sexual practices"But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful... :spitwater: "Is he foaming at the mouth to fall over backwards or falling over backwards to foam at the mouth?We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.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 GuildfordAre you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up.If he opens his big mouth again...it's lampshade time! I asked him if he'd mind very much not nailing my head to the floor that week, and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand.Wouldn't mind a slice of cake. Nice chocolate cake...delicious... He worked on that cake like no one else I've ever known. Some nights it was so cold, we could hardly move, but Blackie'd be out there slicing the lemons, mixing the sugar and the almonds. I mean, you try trying to get butter to melt at fifteen degrees below zero!There may be...a little delay. We interrupt this thread to annoy you and make things generally irritating for you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Your_Lion Posted October 29, 2013 Share Posted October 29, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'.Oh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! Week two sees the return of the wacky exploits of the oddest couple you've ever seen - yes, 'Dad's Pooves'...... the kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of unnatural sexual practices"But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful... :spitwater: "Is he foaming at the mouth to fall over backwards or falling over backwards to foam at the mouth?We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.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 GuildfordAre you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up.If he opens his big mouth again...it's lampshade time! I asked him if he'd mind very much not nailing my head to the floor that week, and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand.Wouldn't mind a slice of cake. Nice chocolate cake...delicious... He worked on that cake like no one else I've ever known. Some nights it was so cold, we could hardly move, but Blackie'd be out there slicing the lemons, mixing the sugar and the almonds. I mean, you try trying to get butter to melt at fifteen degrees below zero!There may be...a little delay. We interrupt this thread to annoy you and make things generally irritating for youAnd one other small point. Why is it that these new lurex dancing tights go baggy at the knees after only a couple of evenings' fun? Bring back the old canvas ones I say. It is incredible, isn't it, that in these days when man can walk on the moon and work out the most complicated hire purchase agreements, I still get these terrible headaches. Well . .. I seem to have wandered a bit, but still, no harm done. Jolly good luck. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted October 29, 2013 Author Share Posted October 29, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'.Oh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! Week two sees the return of the wacky exploits of the oddest couple you've ever seen - yes, 'Dad's Pooves'...... the kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of unnatural sexual practices"But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful... :spitwater: "Is he foaming at the mouth to fall over backwards or falling over backwards to foam at the mouth?We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.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 GuildfordAre you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up.If he opens his big mouth again...it's lampshade time! I asked him if he'd mind very much not nailing my head to the floor that week, and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand.Wouldn't mind a slice of cake. Nice chocolate cake...delicious... He worked on that cake like no one else I've ever known. Some nights it was so cold, we could hardly move, but Blackie'd be out there slicing the lemons, mixing the sugar and the almonds. I mean, you try trying to get butter to melt at fifteen degrees below zero!There may be...a little delay. We interrupt this thread to annoy you and make things generally irritating for youAnd one other small point. Why is it that these new lurex dancing tights go baggy at the knees after only a couple of evenings' fun? Bring back the old canvas ones I say. It is incredible, isn't it, that in these days when man can walk on the moon and work out the most complicated hire purchase agreements, I still get these terrible headaches. Well . .. I seem to have wandered a bit, but still, no harm done. Jolly good luck.You want to complain ... look at these shoes ... I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Your_Lion Posted October 29, 2013 Share Posted October 29, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'.Oh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! Week two sees the return of the wacky exploits of the oddest couple you've ever seen - yes, 'Dad's Pooves'...... the kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of unnatural sexual practices"But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful... :spitwater: "Is he foaming at the mouth to fall over backwards or falling over backwards to foam at the mouth?We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.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 GuildfordAre you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up.If he opens his big mouth again...it's lampshade time! I asked him if he'd mind very much not nailing my head to the floor that week, and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand.Wouldn't mind a slice of cake. Nice chocolate cake...delicious... He worked on that cake like no one else I've ever known. Some nights it was so cold, we could hardly move, but Blackie'd be out there slicing the lemons, mixing the sugar and the almonds. I mean, you try trying to get butter to melt at fifteen degrees below zero!There may be...a little delay. We interrupt this thread to annoy you and make things generally irritating for youAnd one other small point. Why is it that these new lurex dancing tights go baggy at the knees after only a couple of evenings' fun? Bring back the old canvas ones I say. It is incredible, isn't it, that in these days when man can walk on the moon and work out the most complicated hire purchase agreements, I still get these terrible headaches. Well . .. I seem to have wandered a bit, but still, no harm done. Jolly good luck.You want to complain ... look at these shoes ... I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through.Well everything breaks, don't it colonel. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted October 29, 2013 Share Posted October 29, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'.Oh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! Week two sees the return of the wacky exploits of the oddest couple you've ever seen - yes, 'Dad's Pooves'...... the kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of unnatural sexual practices"But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful... :spitwater: "Is he foaming at the mouth to fall over backwards or falling over backwards to foam at the mouth?We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.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 GuildfordAre you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up.If he opens his big mouth again...it's lampshade time! I asked him if he'd mind very much not nailing my head to the floor that week, and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand.Wouldn't mind a slice of cake. Nice chocolate cake...delicious... He worked on that cake like no one else I've ever known. Some nights it was so cold, we could hardly move, but Blackie'd be out there slicing the lemons, mixing the sugar and the almonds. I mean, you try trying to get butter to melt at fifteen degrees below zero!There may be...a little delay. We interrupt this thread to annoy you and make things generally irritating for youAnd one other small point. Why is it that these new lurex dancing tights go baggy at the knees after only a couple of evenings' fun? Bring back the old canvas ones I say. It is incredible, isn't it, that in these days when man can walk on the moon and work out the most complicated hire purchase agreements, I still get these terrible headaches. Well . .. I seem to have wandered a bit, but still, no harm done. Jolly good luck.You want to complain ... look at these shoes ... I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through.Well everything breaks, don't it colonel.Jolly good show, sergeant major. Well, I've come to tell you that we've got a job for your five lads. :blink: :blink: For your four lads Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Your_Lion Posted October 29, 2013 Share Posted October 29, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'.Oh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! Week two sees the return of the wacky exploits of the oddest couple you've ever seen - yes, 'Dad's Pooves'...... the kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of unnatural sexual practices"But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful... :spitwater: "Is he foaming at the mouth to fall over backwards or falling over backwards to foam at the mouth?We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.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 GuildfordAre you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up.If he opens his big mouth again...it's lampshade time! I asked him if he'd mind very much not nailing my head to the floor that week, and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand.Wouldn't mind a slice of cake. Nice chocolate cake...delicious... He worked on that cake like no one else I've ever known. Some nights it was so cold, we could hardly move, but Blackie'd be out there slicing the lemons, mixing the sugar and the almonds. I mean, you try trying to get butter to melt at fifteen degrees below zero!There may be...a little delay. We interrupt this thread to annoy you and make things generally irritating for youAnd one other small point. Why is it that these new lurex dancing tights go baggy at the knees after only a couple of evenings' fun? Bring back the old canvas ones I say. It is incredible, isn't it, that in these days when man can walk on the moon and work out the most complicated hire purchase agreements, I still get these terrible headaches. Well . .. I seem to have wandered a bit, but still, no harm done. Jolly good luck.You want to complain ... look at these shoes ... I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through.Well everything breaks, don't it colonel.Jolly good show, sergeant major. Well, I've come to tell you that we've got a job for your five lads. :blink: :blink: For your four ladsThen, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted October 30, 2013 Share Posted October 30, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'.Oh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! Week two sees the return of the wacky exploits of the oddest couple you've ever seen - yes, 'Dad's Pooves'...... the kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of unnatural sexual practices"But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful... :spitwater: "Is he foaming at the mouth to fall over backwards or falling over backwards to foam at the mouth?We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.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 GuildfordAre you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up.If he opens his big mouth again...it's lampshade time! I asked him if he'd mind very much not nailing my head to the floor that week, and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand.Wouldn't mind a slice of cake. Nice chocolate cake...delicious... He worked on that cake like no one else I've ever known. Some nights it was so cold, we could hardly move, but Blackie'd be out there slicing the lemons, mixing the sugar and the almonds. I mean, you try trying to get butter to melt at fifteen degrees below zero!There may be...a little delay. We interrupt this thread to annoy you and make things generally irritating for youAnd one other small point. Why is it that these new lurex dancing tights go baggy at the knees after only a couple of evenings' fun? Bring back the old canvas ones I say. It is incredible, isn't it, that in these days when man can walk on the moon and work out the most complicated hire purchase agreements, I still get these terrible headaches. Well . .. I seem to have wandered a bit, but still, no harm done. Jolly good luck.You want to complain ... look at these shoes ... I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through.Well everything breaks, don't it colonel.Jolly good show, sergeant major. Well, I've come to tell you that we've got a job for your five lads. :blink: :blink: For your four ladsThen, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out.Did he say eight? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted October 30, 2013 Author Share Posted October 30, 2013 I would tax the nude in my bed. No - not tax. What is the word? Oh - 'welcome'.Oh, Bevis! And I thought you were so rugged! Week two sees the return of the wacky exploits of the oddest couple you've ever seen - yes, 'Dad's Pooves'...... the kooky oddball laugh-a-minute fun-a-plenty world of unnatural sexual practices"But who's going to do the cooking tonight? Roddy's got a mouthful... :spitwater: "Is he foaming at the mouth to fall over backwards or falling over backwards to foam at the mouth?We've since discovered that he was a fraud, yes a fraud, he did not in fact recite the entire Bible he merely recited the first two words, 'In the...' before his death.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 GuildfordAre you nervy, irritable, depressed, tired of life? ;) Keep it up.If he opens his big mouth again...it's lampshade time! I asked him if he'd mind very much not nailing my head to the floor that week, and he agreed and just screwed my pelvis to a cake stand.Wouldn't mind a slice of cake. Nice chocolate cake...delicious... He worked on that cake like no one else I've ever known. Some nights it was so cold, we could hardly move, but Blackie'd be out there slicing the lemons, mixing the sugar and the almonds. I mean, you try trying to get butter to melt at fifteen degrees below zero!There may be...a little delay. We interrupt this thread to annoy you and make things generally irritating for youAnd one other small point. Why is it that these new lurex dancing tights go baggy at the knees after only a couple of evenings' fun? Bring back the old canvas ones I say. It is incredible, isn't it, that in these days when man can walk on the moon and work out the most complicated hire purchase agreements, I still get these terrible headaches. Well . .. I seem to have wandered a bit, but still, no harm done. Jolly good luck.You want to complain ... look at these shoes ... I've only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through.Well everything breaks, don't it colonel.Jolly good show, sergeant major. Well, I've come to tell you that we've got a job for your five lads. :blink: :blink: For your four ladsThen, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out.Did he say eight? Number eight. The kneecap Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Your_Lion Posted October 30, 2013 Share Posted October 30, 2013 Number eight. The kneecapso, you think you could out-clever us French fellows with your silly knees-bent creeping about advancing behaviour. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted October 30, 2013 Share Posted October 30, 2013 Number eight. The kneecapso, you think you could out-clever us French fellows with your silly knees-bent creeping about advancing behaviour.The Colonel doesn't think we're nice people, Luigi. :( Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Your_Lion Posted October 30, 2013 Share Posted October 30, 2013 Number eight. The kneecapso, you think you could out-clever us French fellows with your silly knees-bent creeping about advancing behaviour.The Colonel doesn't think we're nice people, Luigi. :(No, no. Never, never. He was a smashing bloke. He used to give his mother flowers and that. He was like a brother to me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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