Lovely people, the Romans.
Well, of course, this is just the sort blinkered philistine pig-ignorance I’ve come to expect from you non-creative garbage… You sit there on your loathsome spotty behinds squeezing blackheads, not caring a tinker’s cuss for the struggling artist. You excrement,… you whining hypocritical toadies with your colour TV sets and your Tony Jacklin golf clubs and your bleeding masonic secret handshakes. You wouldn’t let me join, would you, you blackballing bastards. Well I wouldn’t become a Freemason now if you went down on your lousy stinking knees and begged me.
Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see.
I’m very sorry, but I’m not allowed to argue unless you’ve paid.
Stupid git.
Rex Stardust, lead electric triangle with Toad the Wet Sprocket has had to have an elbow removed following their recent successful worldwide tour of Finland. Flamboyant ambidextrous Rex apparently fell off the back of a motorcycle. “Fell off the back of a motorcyclist, most likely,” quipped ace drummer Jumbo McCluney upon hearing of the accident.
It’s a Man’s Life in the Cardiff Rooms, Libya!
I say, bring back flogging.
Every Thursday, round at my place.
Regards,
Shodan
And now for something completely different.
Hello, good evening and welcome to another edition of Blood, Devastation, Death, War, and Horror, and later on we’ll be meeting a man who does gardening.
I happen to know, this is the lupine express!
Please! This is supposed to be a happy occasion. Let’s not bicker and argue over who killed who.
Well, stout yeoman, four ounces of Caerphilly, if you please.
Your name’s not Bruce? That’s gonna cause a bit of confusion. Mind if we call you Bruce, just to keep it clear?
And I’d just like to add, on a personal note, my own admiration, for what you’re doing for us, Brian, on what must be, after all, for you a very difficult time.
I don’t care how fucking runny it is. Hand it over with all speed.
I hereby sentence you to be hanged by the neck until you cheer up.
Bring in the skating vicar!
We’ve done that!
Yes, and there’s me with half a wall wattled, I mean what’ll I do?