Citizen of the World Posted October 30, 2013 Author 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.A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare tread on the same stage with him 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.A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare tread on the same stage with himOh well, I'll tell you what, move everything into the main bedroom, then you can use the spare room as a dung room. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted October 30, 2013 Share Posted October 30, 2013 (edited) 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.A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare tread on the same stage with himOh well, I'll tell you what, move everything into the main bedroom, then you can use the spare room as a dung room.You can put him in the sitting room if he's in the drawing room. Edited October 30, 2013 by blackhawkrush 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.A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare tread on the same stage with himOh well, I'll tell you what, move everything into the main bedroom, then you can use the spare room as a dung room.You can put him in the sitting room if he's in the drawing room. Somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody. Nobody leaves anybody or the body with somebody. Everybody who is anybody shall leave the body in the room body. Take the tablets Tiger. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted October 30, 2013 Author 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.A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare tread on the same stage with himOh well, I'll tell you what, move everything into the main bedroom, then you can use the spare room as a dung room.You can put him in the sitting room if he's in the drawing room. Somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody. Nobody leaves anybody or the body with somebody. Everybody who is anybody shall leave the body in the room body. Take the tablets Tiger.A tiger...in Africa? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted October 31, 2013 Share Posted October 31, 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.A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare tread on the same stage with himOh well, I'll tell you what, move everything into the main bedroom, then you can use the spare room as a dung room.You can put him in the sitting room if he's in the drawing room. Somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody. Nobody leaves anybody or the body with somebody. Everybody who is anybody shall leave the body in the room body. Take the tablets Tiger.A tiger...in Africa?Isn't it a bit of a drawback that there's no snow here? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Your_Lion Posted October 31, 2013 Share Posted October 31, 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.A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare tread on the same stage with himOh well, I'll tell you what, move everything into the main bedroom, then you can use the spare room as a dung room.You can put him in the sitting room if he's in the drawing room. Somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody. Nobody leaves anybody or the body with somebody. Everybody who is anybody shall leave the body in the room body. Take the tablets Tiger.A tiger...in Africa?Isn't it a bit of a drawback that there's no snow here? I've had my lot of the Arctic Circle. I wish I was back in Oldham ... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted October 31, 2013 Share Posted October 31, 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.A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare tread on the same stage with himOh well, I'll tell you what, move everything into the main bedroom, then you can use the spare room as a dung room.You can put him in the sitting room if he's in the drawing room. Somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody. Nobody leaves anybody or the body with somebody. Everybody who is anybody shall leave the body in the room body. Take the tablets Tiger.A tiger...in Africa?Isn't it a bit of a drawback that there's no snow here? I've had my lot of the Arctic Circle. I wish I was back in Oldham ......where the clink of glasses mingles with the murmur of a million mosquitoes. :yay: :yay: 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Your_Lion Posted October 31, 2013 Share Posted October 31, 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.A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare tread on the same stage with himOh well, I'll tell you what, move everything into the main bedroom, then you can use the spare room as a dung room.You can put him in the sitting room if he's in the drawing room. Somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody. Nobody leaves anybody or the body with somebody. Everybody who is anybody shall leave the body in the room body. Take the tablets Tiger.A tiger...in Africa?Isn't it a bit of a drawback that there's no snow here? I've had my lot of the Arctic Circle. I wish I was back in Oldham ......where the clink of glasses mingles with the murmur of a million mosquitoes. :yay: :yay:The mosquito's a clever little bastard. You can track him for days and days until you really get to know him like a friend. He knows you're there, and you know he's there. It's a game of wits. You hate him, then you respect him, then you kill him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted October 31, 2013 Author Share Posted October 31, 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.A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare tread on the same stage with himOh well, I'll tell you what, move everything into the main bedroom, then you can use the spare room as a dung room.You can put him in the sitting room if he's in the drawing room. Somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody. Nobody leaves anybody or the body with somebody. Everybody who is anybody shall leave the body in the room body. Take the tablets Tiger.A tiger...in Africa?Isn't it a bit of a drawback that there's no snow here? I've had my lot of the Arctic Circle. I wish I was back in Oldham ......where the clink of glasses mingles with the murmur of a million mosquitoes. :yay: :yay:The mosquito's a clever little bastard. You can track him for days and days until you really get to know him like a friend. He knows you're there, and you know he's there. It's a game of wits. You hate him, then you respect him, then you kill him.I always preferred the outdoor life. Hunting, shooting, fishing. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures - that was the life. Charging about the moorland, blasting their heads off. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Your_Lion Posted October 31, 2013 Share Posted October 31, 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.A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare tread on the same stage with himOh well, I'll tell you what, move everything into the main bedroom, then you can use the spare room as a dung room.You can put him in the sitting room if he's in the drawing room. Somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody. Nobody leaves anybody or the body with somebody. Everybody who is anybody shall leave the body in the room body. Take the tablets Tiger.A tiger...in Africa?Isn't it a bit of a drawback that there's no snow here? I've had my lot of the Arctic Circle. I wish I was back in Oldham ......where the clink of glasses mingles with the murmur of a million mosquitoes. :yay: :yay:The mosquito's a clever little bastard. You can track him for days and days until you really get to know him like a friend. He knows you're there, and you know he's there. It's a game of wits. You hate him, then you respect him, then you kill him.I always preferred the outdoor life. Hunting, shooting, fishing. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures - that was the life. Charging about the moorland, blasting their heads off.No, no, it's just that we wanted a block of flats, not an abattoir. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted October 31, 2013 Author Share Posted October 31, 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.A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare tread on the same stage with himOh well, I'll tell you what, move everything into the main bedroom, then you can use the spare room as a dung room.You can put him in the sitting room if he's in the drawing room. Somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody. Nobody leaves anybody or the body with somebody. Everybody who is anybody shall leave the body in the room body. Take the tablets Tiger.A tiger...in Africa?Isn't it a bit of a drawback that there's no snow here? I've had my lot of the Arctic Circle. I wish I was back in Oldham ......where the clink of glasses mingles with the murmur of a million mosquitoes. :yay: :yay:The mosquito's a clever little bastard. You can track him for days and days until you really get to know him like a friend. He knows you're there, and you know he's there. It's a game of wits. You hate him, then you respect him, then you kill him.I always preferred the outdoor life. Hunting, shooting, fishing. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures - that was the life. Charging about the moorland, blasting their heads off.No, no, it's just that we wanted a block of flats, not an abattoir.the Amazing Mystico and Janet can put up a block of flats by hypnosis in under a minute Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted November 1, 2013 Share Posted November 1, 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.A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare tread on the same stage with himOh well, I'll tell you what, move everything into the main bedroom, then you can use the spare room as a dung room.You can put him in the sitting room if he's in the drawing room. Somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody. Nobody leaves anybody or the body with somebody. Everybody who is anybody shall leave the body in the room body. Take the tablets Tiger.A tiger...in Africa?Isn't it a bit of a drawback that there's no snow here? I've had my lot of the Arctic Circle. I wish I was back in Oldham ......where the clink of glasses mingles with the murmur of a million mosquitoes. :yay: :yay:The mosquito's a clever little bastard. You can track him for days and days until you really get to know him like a friend. He knows you're there, and you know he's there. It's a game of wits. You hate him, then you respect him, then you kill him.I always preferred the outdoor life. Hunting, shooting, fishing. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures - that was the life. Charging about the moorland, blasting their heads off.No, no, it's just that we wanted a block of flats, not an abattoir.the Amazing Mystico and Janet can put up a block of flats by hypnosis in under a minuteThere's this house, there's this house and er, it's in the morning, it's in the morning - no, it's in the evening, in the evening and er... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Your_Lion Posted November 1, 2013 Share Posted November 1, 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.A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare tread on the same stage with himOh well, I'll tell you what, move everything into the main bedroom, then you can use the spare room as a dung room.You can put him in the sitting room if he's in the drawing room. Somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody. Nobody leaves anybody or the body with somebody. Everybody who is anybody shall leave the body in the room body. Take the tablets Tiger.A tiger...in Africa?Isn't it a bit of a drawback that there's no snow here? I've had my lot of the Arctic Circle. I wish I was back in Oldham ......where the clink of glasses mingles with the murmur of a million mosquitoes. :yay: :yay:The mosquito's a clever little bastard. You can track him for days and days until you really get to know him like a friend. He knows you're there, and you know he's there. It's a game of wits. You hate him, then you respect him, then you kill him.I always preferred the outdoor life. Hunting, shooting, fishing. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures - that was the life. Charging about the moorland, blasting their heads off.No, no, it's just that we wanted a block of flats, not an abattoir.the Amazing Mystico and Janet can put up a block of flats by hypnosis in under a minuteThere's this house, there's this house and er, it's in the morning, it's in the morning - no, it's in the evening, in the evening and er... This is Uncle Ted back in front of the house, but you can see the side of the house. And this is Uncle Ted even nearer the side of the house, but you can still see the front. This is the back of the house, with Uncle Ted coming round the side to the front. And the is the Spanish Inquisition hiding behind the coal shed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted November 1, 2013 Author Share Posted November 1, 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.A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare tread on the same stage with himOh well, I'll tell you what, move everything into the main bedroom, then you can use the spare room as a dung room.You can put him in the sitting room if he's in the drawing room. Somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody. Nobody leaves anybody or the body with somebody. Everybody who is anybody shall leave the body in the room body. Take the tablets Tiger.A tiger...in Africa?Isn't it a bit of a drawback that there's no snow here? I've had my lot of the Arctic Circle. I wish I was back in Oldham ......where the clink of glasses mingles with the murmur of a million mosquitoes. :yay: :yay:The mosquito's a clever little bastard. You can track him for days and days until you really get to know him like a friend. He knows you're there, and you know he's there. It's a game of wits. You hate him, then you respect him, then you kill him.I always preferred the outdoor life. Hunting, shooting, fishing. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures - that was the life. Charging about the moorland, blasting their heads off.No, no, it's just that we wanted a block of flats, not an abattoir.the Amazing Mystico and Janet can put up a block of flats by hypnosis in under a minuteThere's this house, there's this house and er, it's in the morning, it's in the morning - no, it's in the evening, in the evening and er... This is Uncle Ted back in front of the house, but you can see the side of the house. And this is Uncle Ted even nearer the side of the house, but you can still see the front. This is the back of the house, with Uncle Ted coming round the side to the front. And the is the Spanish Inquisition hiding behind the coal shed.Splendid, splendid. Incidentally, do call me Tom, I don't want you playing around with any of this 'Thomas' nonsense! Ha ha ha ha! Now where were we? Ah yes. Eddie-baby, when you first started in the... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Your_Lion Posted November 1, 2013 Share Posted November 1, 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.A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare tread on the same stage with himOh well, I'll tell you what, move everything into the main bedroom, then you can use the spare room as a dung room.You can put him in the sitting room if he's in the drawing room. Somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody. Nobody leaves anybody or the body with somebody. Everybody who is anybody shall leave the body in the room body. Take the tablets Tiger.A tiger...in Africa?Isn't it a bit of a drawback that there's no snow here? I've had my lot of the Arctic Circle. I wish I was back in Oldham ......where the clink of glasses mingles with the murmur of a million mosquitoes. :yay: :yay:The mosquito's a clever little bastard. You can track him for days and days until you really get to know him like a friend. He knows you're there, and you know he's there. It's a game of wits. You hate him, then you respect him, then you kill him.I always preferred the outdoor life. Hunting, shooting, fishing. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures - that was the life. Charging about the moorland, blasting their heads off.No, no, it's just that we wanted a block of flats, not an abattoir.the Amazing Mystico and Janet can put up a block of flats by hypnosis in under a minuteThere's this house, there's this house and er, it's in the morning, it's in the morning - no, it's in the evening, in the evening and er... This is Uncle Ted back in front of the house, but you can see the side of the house. And this is Uncle Ted even nearer the side of the house, but you can still see the front. This is the back of the house, with Uncle Ted coming round the side to the front. And the is the Spanish Inquisition hiding behind the coal shed.Splendid, splendid. Incidentally, do call me Tom, I don't want you playing around with any of this 'Thomas' nonsense! Ha ha ha ha! Now where were we? Ah yes. Eddie-baby, when you first started in the... :tsk: It's pronounced 'Throatwobbler Mangrove'. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted November 1, 2013 Share Posted November 1, 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.A man, well more than a man, a god, a great god, whose personality is so totally and utterly wonderful my feeble words of welcome sound wretchedly and pathetically inadequate. Someone whose boots I would gladly lick clean until holes wore through my tongue, a man who is so totally and utterly wonderful, that I would rather be sealed in a pit of my own filth, than dare tread on the same stage with himOh well, I'll tell you what, move everything into the main bedroom, then you can use the spare room as a dung room.You can put him in the sitting room if he's in the drawing room. Somebody in this room, which nobody must leave... leave the body in the room not to be left by anybody. Nobody leaves anybody or the body with somebody. Everybody who is anybody shall leave the body in the room body. Take the tablets Tiger.A tiger...in Africa?Isn't it a bit of a drawback that there's no snow here? I've had my lot of the Arctic Circle. I wish I was back in Oldham ......where the clink of glasses mingles with the murmur of a million mosquitoes. :yay: :yay:The mosquito's a clever little bastard. You can track him for days and days until you really get to know him like a friend. He knows you're there, and you know he's there. It's a game of wits. You hate him, then you respect him, then you kill him.I always preferred the outdoor life. Hunting, shooting, fishing. Getting out there with a gun, slaughtering a few of God's creatures - that was the life. Charging about the moorland, blasting their heads off.No, no, it's just that we wanted a block of flats, not an abattoir.the Amazing Mystico and Janet can put up a block of flats by hypnosis in under a minuteThere's this house, there's this house and er, it's in the morning, it's in the morning - no, it's in the evening, in the evening and er... This is Uncle Ted back in front of the house, but you can see the side of the house. And this is Uncle Ted even nearer the side of the house, but you can still see the front. This is the back of the house, with Uncle Ted coming round the side to the front. And the is the Spanish Inquisition hiding behind the coal shed.Splendid, splendid. Incidentally, do call me Tom, I don't want you playing around with any of this 'Thomas' nonsense! Ha ha ha ha! Now where were we? Ah yes. Eddie-baby, when you first started in the... :tsk: It's pronounced 'Throatwobbler Mangrove'.And...and...sue...so...the...the...intrepid RSM Urdoch and super MacDonald mead their why toarra the Rusty bolder. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted November 2, 2013 Author Share Posted November 2, 2013 And so we registered at the Smolensk Young Men's Anti-Christian Association. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted November 2, 2013 Share Posted November 2, 2013 And so we registered at the Smolensk Young Men's Anti-Christian Association.But soon this quiet pattern of life was to change irrevocably. The commonplace routine of a typical Monday morning would never be the same again, for into this quiet little community came... :codger: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Citizen of the World Posted November 2, 2013 Author Share Posted November 2, 2013 And so we registered at the Smolensk Young Men's Anti-Christian Association.But soon this quiet pattern of life was to change irrevocably. The commonplace routine of a typical Monday morning would never be the same again, for into this quiet little community came... :codger: Charwoman! Sweeping away the last remnants of male chauvanism, polishing off all who dare stand in her way, and cleaning up all in the publishing game. Yes, all these and more as once again Charwoman takes to the skies. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Your_Lion Posted November 2, 2013 Share Posted November 2, 2013 And so we registered at the Smolensk Young Men's Anti-Christian Association.But soon this quiet pattern of life was to change irrevocably. The commonplace routine of a typical Monday morning would never be the same again, for into this quiet little community came... :codger: Charwoman! Sweeping away the last remnants of male chauvanism, polishing off all who dare stand in her way, and cleaning up all in the publishing game. Yes, all these and more as once again Charwoman takes to the skies.And whose telescope was bought from the shop part-owned by a man who, at the age of eight, stole a penknife from the son of this man's brother's housekeeper's dental hygienist's uncle. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted November 2, 2013 Share Posted November 2, 2013 And so we registered at the Smolensk Young Men's Anti-Christian Association.But soon this quiet pattern of life was to change irrevocably. The commonplace routine of a typical Monday morning would never be the same again, for into this quiet little community came... :codger: Charwoman! Sweeping away the last remnants of male chauvanism, polishing off all who dare stand in her way, and cleaning up all in the publishing game. Yes, all these and more as once again Charwoman takes to the skies.And whose telescope was bought from the shop part-owned by a man who, at the age of eight, stole a penknife from the son of this man's brother's housekeeper's dental hygienist's uncle.Excitement, drama, action, violence, fresh fruit, passion, thrills, spills, romance, adventure. All the things you can read about in a book. :ebert: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Your_Lion Posted November 2, 2013 Share Posted November 2, 2013 And so we registered at the Smolensk Young Men's Anti-Christian Association.But soon this quiet pattern of life was to change irrevocably. The commonplace routine of a typical Monday morning would never be the same again, for into this quiet little community came... :codger: Charwoman! Sweeping away the last remnants of male chauvanism, polishing off all who dare stand in her way, and cleaning up all in the publishing game. Yes, all these and more as once again Charwoman takes to the skies.And whose telescope was bought from the shop part-owned by a man who, at the age of eight, stole a penknife from the son of this man's brother's housekeeper's dental hygienist's uncle.Excitement, drama, action, violence, fresh fruit, passion, thrills, spills, romance, adventure. All the things you can read about in a book. :ebert:Now, my good wife. Whilst I rest, read to me a while from Shakespeare's 'Gay Boys in Bondage'. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blackhawkrush Posted November 2, 2013 Share Posted November 2, 2013 And so we registered at the Smolensk Young Men's Anti-Christian Association.But soon this quiet pattern of life was to change irrevocably. The commonplace routine of a typical Monday morning would never be the same again, for into this quiet little community came... :codger: Charwoman! Sweeping away the last remnants of male chauvanism, polishing off all who dare stand in her way, and cleaning up all in the publishing game. Yes, all these and more as once again Charwoman takes to the skies.And whose telescope was bought from the shop part-owned by a man who, at the age of eight, stole a penknife from the son of this man's brother's housekeeper's dental hygienist's uncle.Excitement, drama, action, violence, fresh fruit, passion, thrills, spills, romance, adventure. All the things you can read about in a book. :ebert:Now, my good wife. Whilst I rest, read to me a while from Shakespeare's 'Gay Boys in Bondage'.Rumpletweezer ran the Dinky Tinky shop in the foot of the magic oak tree by the wobbly dumdum bush in the shade of the magic glade down in Dingly Dell. Here he sold contraceptives and... :tsk: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Your_Lion Posted November 2, 2013 Share Posted November 2, 2013 And so we registered at the Smolensk Young Men's Anti-Christian Association.But soon this quiet pattern of life was to change irrevocably. The commonplace routine of a typical Monday morning would never be the same again, for into this quiet little community came... :codger: Charwoman! Sweeping away the last remnants of male chauvanism, polishing off all who dare stand in her way, and cleaning up all in the publishing game. Yes, all these and more as once again Charwoman takes to the skies.And whose telescope was bought from the shop part-owned by a man who, at the age of eight, stole a penknife from the son of this man's brother's housekeeper's dental hygienist's uncle.Excitement, drama, action, violence, fresh fruit, passion, thrills, spills, romance, adventure. All the things you can read about in a book. :ebert:Now, my good wife. Whilst I rest, read to me a while from Shakespeare's 'Gay Boys in Bondage'.Rumpletweezer ran the Dinky Tinky shop in the foot of the magic oak tree by the wobbly dumdum bush in the shade of the magic glade down in Dingly Dell. Here he sold contraceptives and... :tsk:TRF would like to apologize for the poor quality of the writing in this thread. It is not TRF policy to get easy laughs with words like bum, knickers, botty or wee-wees. (shhh)These are the words that are not to be used again in this thread:B*MB*TTYP*XKN*CKERSKN*CKERSW**-W**SEMPRINI 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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