I want to be a woman. From now on, I want you all to call me ‘Loretta’.
Either Lucky Bastard (following the spaceship sequence in LoB) or Git.
**Big Nose
Follow the Gourd
Raymond Luxury Yacht
What have the Romans ever done for us?**
Albatross (in bleeding sea-bird flavor)
I Never Wanted To Be a Hairdresser
I’d probably pick from the following:
**Ni!
Harry Snapper Organs
Reginald Maudling
A Minute Past
D.P. Gumby
I’m Soooooooo Worried
Medical Love Song
Christmas In Heaven
Spam Eggs Sausage and Spam
Strawberry Tart Without So Much Rat In It
Ralph Melish
Going For A Tinkle
“It’s” Man
Splunge!
I don’t think that would be a good idea. But maybe it would be. And I’m not being indecisive! :eek:
**Blessed Cheesemaker
Pram-a-lot
Very Small Rocks
Spam Spam Spam Spam Spam Eggs and Spam
Lovely Filth
OurRAGEous Accent**
Allow me to add…
Huge Tracts o’ Land
Something Completely Different (every show, Cleese is introducing me! 
)
Sir Robin the Not Quite So Brave as Sir Lancelot
This thread has gotten entirely too silly. Now, by the order of the Queen, I am hereby invested with the authority to shut this thread down for undue silliness.
Go on! Get out of here! Do something that’s not so silly now.
I’d like to be Black-balling Bastard from the Architect sketch.
And this girl I dated for awhile bought a hedgehog. I bugged her incessantly to name it Spiny Norman, but she didn’t. I firmly believe that this was a contributing factor to her dumping me.
**Mister Creosote
King Brian the Wild** (you don’t know that one unless you’re enough of a pathetic Pythonhead to know the skits that were cut from the Holy Grail movie but included in the book)
Powerful Young Psychopath (ditto, substituting Life of Brian)
Otto of the Judean People’s Front (thus and likewise)
Martin Luther
and in the same note…
Just Wants to See Your Spoons
I have the book, which means that I know enough not to sing for you, Your Grace.
From the same area as Crunchy Frog I’d have **Spring Surprise ** : Ah - now, that’s our speciality - covered with darkest creamy chocolate. When you pop it into your mouth steel bolts spring out and plunge straight through both cheeks.
Now that what I call a piercing 
No.
WHERE!?!
Tiger Brand Coffee
or
Missing Leg
Nobody took mine, I see.
“…answer these questions three, ere the other side you see.”
I’ve changed my mind. I want to be the Pantomine Princess Margaret.