In honour of the noble fight you put up, you can be the best man…
…and Rene Descartes was a drunken fartes (:))
I drink, therefore I am
Can’t quit the ego boost of two wild animals fighting over you? or is he the front-runner? :o
Yes, ma’am! (Stands up, uses sleeve to wipe sniffles off his prodigious honker. Cheese-graters his shnoz before he realizes he’s still got his armor on.)
Ow…
ahem…
And Rene Descartes [sub] I DO TOO know how to spell it![/sub] was a drunken fart,
I drink therefore I am!
“this is not my nose, it’s a false one!”
“…and that isn’t a real nose, it’s made of polystyrene.”
“Ahhh, anti-semitism!”
Yes, Socrates himself is particularly miiissssseeeddd…
A lovely little thinker but a bugger when he’s pissed.
Okay, for bonus points: what was that character’s name?
“It’s SPELT (Raymond) Luxury-Yacht, but it’s PRONOUNCED ‘Throatwobbler-Mangrove’.”
Where you from, Tygr? Nose City?
You’re not so bad yourself, Conch-face!
Actually, we live on the outskirts, in a charming little hamlet called “Snoot Town”.
<Paraphrases “NewsRadio”> The official farewell was changed from “Goodbye” to “Smell you later!” </“NewsRadio”>
I spend every Saturday morning mowing the nose-hairs.
Smell you later!
The larch.
(And yes, I enjoy having two ferocious carnivores fighting over me (as long as it’s not my dead body they’re fighting over…).
Number One…
And now…
Number One…
And now…
Number Three… The Horse Chestnut.
RRR! Grrrrowff!
(Momentarily lets go of that wolf guy’s neck-scruff.)
Anything for you, my Lady! 
(Sinks teeth into blessedwolf’s ear.)
Heh. Call THAT “just a flesh wound”.
Spam, eggs, sausage and spam . . . that’s not got much spam in it.
I DON’T LIKE SPAM!
and 16 ton weights and pointed sticks
I love it … in fact I’m having Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Baked Beans, Eggs, and Spam.
'Tis but a scratch…
:::clouts Tygr across the snout:::
Have at you!
The leg.
The knee.
The naughty bits.
Yes, and don’t fergit! If you don’t have either of the above and yer bein’ stalked by a Banana-Fiend then you [sub](wait for it…)[/sub]
Release the Tygr!
ROFLMFAO!
::puts corner-knotted handkerchief on head::
Doc-tor! Doc-tor! My brain hurts!"
We now return you to “Monty Python’s Wild Kingdom” and
today’s fight between the blessedwolf and the Tygr.
“And Colin ‘Bomber’ Harris has knocked himself out!!!”
Moderator Notes:
Look, how many times do I have to explain this? No quoting entire scenes on the SDMB. Links to legitimate sites preferably included.
As can already be seen on page one of this very thread. You’d think people would get the hint.
Coldfire
[Edited by Coldfire on 01-08-2001 at 06:39 PM]