It is the dawn of time. This earth we know so well is a smoldering, inhospitable place. No plants grow, no creature can survive. The hard, implacable rocks that form our mountain ranges are being crushed and folded by forces that will take millions of years to shape. These are the forces! This is the power that drives the hand that drinks ‘Treadmill’, the mighty lager, with the world’s first great taste of fish!
All brontosauruses are thin at one end, much, much thicker in the middle, and then thin again at the far end. That is the theory that I have, and which is mine, and what it is too.
It’s a bird, innit? It’s a bloody sea bird, it’s not any bloody flavour. Albatross!
Do you get wafers with it?
It’s only a tiny little thin one.
What? The curtains?
She’s beautiful. She’s rich. She’s got huge…tracts of land.
So Miss Johnson returned to her typing and dreamed her little dreamy dreams, unaware as she was of the cruel trick fate had in store for her. For Miss Johnson was about to fall victim of the dreaded international Chinese Communist Conspiracy.
We don’t need to do anything apart from just stop him entering the room.
Australia, Australia, Australia, we love you, amen!
Oh, but surely he simply shot himself and then hid the gun.
Message for you, sire!
(I think that was “sir”).
An obit with a MPFC flair - written prehumously by the future decedent: http://capegazette.villagesoup.com/p/walter-george-bruhl-jr-dupont-co-retiree/1139838
You needn’t eat the leg, Thompson. Look at that arm; plenty of good meat there.
I will not buy this record, it is scratched.
Now, Frank…Fran…Frannie…little Frannie-poo…
What a lot of people don’t realize is that a mouse, once accepted, can fulfill a very useful role in society. Indeed there are examples throughout history of famous men now known to have been mice.
Teddy Johnson and Pearl Carr won the Eurovision Song Contest in 1959. What was the name of the song? … Teddy Johnson and Pearl Carr’s song in the 1959 Eurovision Song Contest? Anybody?
A duck?
You’re really interested in silly walks, aren’t you?