Wait for it…
It’s …
Spot the Loony, where once again we invite you to come with us all over the world to meet all kinds of people in all kinds of places, and ask you to… Spot the Loony!
Well, speaking as the ordinary man in the street, I… aiyagh!
:: run over by car ::
Worse? How could it possibly get worse? Jehovah Jehovah Jehovah!
Well we’ve always been extremely interested in modern drama … we were of course the first Townswomen’s Guild to perform ‘Camp On Blood Island’, and last year we did our extremely popular re-enactment of ‘Nazi War Atrocities’. So this year we thought we would like to do something in a lighter vein…
Er… how about “Biggles Combs His Hair”?
I’m sorry, I’m not aloud to argue with you unless you’ve paid.
Look! The last supper is a significant event in the life of our Lord, the penultimate supper was not! Even if they had a conjurer and a mariachi band! Now, a last supper I commissioned from you, and a last supper I want! With twelve disciples and one Christ!
Oh, all right.
Well?
Are there any women here…?
Listen, strange women lyin’ in ponds distributin’ swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
That’s what being a protestant is all about, that’s why it’s the church for me, that’s why it’s the church for anyone who respects the individual, and the individual’s rights to decide for him or her self. When Martin Luther nailed his protest up to the church door in 1517, he may not have realized the full significance of what he was doing. BUT 400 years later thanks to him my dear, I can wear what ever I want to on my John Thomas, and prodo-stantism doesn’t stop with a simple condom, oh no, I can wear French Ticklers if I want.
If I went around telling people some moistened bint lobbed a scimitar at me, they’d lock me up!
Golf, strangling animals. and masturbation.
Regards,
Shodan
Ordinarily yes, sir, but today the van broke down.
Who’s that then?
- I don’t know.
Must be a king. - Why?
He hasn’t got shit all over him.
What are you going to do, bleed on me?
Well, you can’t blame British Rail for that, can you, sir?
Oh well we sometimes feel we’re to blame in some way for what our gran’s become. I mean she used to be happy here until she, she started on the crochet.
Crochet?
Yeah. Now she can’t do without it. Twenty balls of wool a day, sometimes. If she can’t get the wool she gets violent. What can we do about it?