“One… two… four!”
What…is your favorite colour?
Pigs 3
nelson 1
“What, the curtains?”
There is NO…Rule 6!
Rule five - no pooftahs.
Michael Norman Randall, you have been found guilty of the murder of Arthur Reginald Webster, Charles Patrick Trumpington, Marcel Agnes Bernstein, Lewis Anona Rudd, John Malcolm Kerr, Nigel Sinclair Robinson, Norman Arthur Potter, Felicity Jayne Stone, Jean-Paul Reynard, Rachel Shirley Donaldson, Stephen Jay Greenblatt, Karl-Heinz Mullet, Belinda Anne Ventham, Juan-Carlos Fernandez, Thor Olaf Stensgaard, Lord Kimberley of Pretoria, Lady Kimberley of Pretoria, The Right Honourable Nigel Warmsly Kimberley, Robert Henry Noonan and Felix James Bennett, on or about the morning of the 19th December 1972. Have you anything to say before I pass sentence?
Look, tell you what, we’ll eat her, if you feel a bit guilty about it afterwards, we can dig a grave and you can throw up in it.
Still no settlement in the coal mine dispute at Llanddarog. Miners refused to return to work until the management define a metope. Meanwhile, at Dagenham the unofficial strike committee at Fords have increased their demands to thirteen reasons why Henry III was a bad king. And finally, in the disgusting objects international at Wembley tonight, England beat Spain by a plate of braised pus to a putrid heron. And now, the Toad Elevating Moment.
After lunch naughty things dipped sharply forcing giblets upwards with the nicky nacky noo. Ting tang tong rankled dithely, little tipples pooped and poppy things went pong!
Look, I had a lovely supper, and I all I said to my wife was, “That piece of halibut was good enough for Jehovah!”
Who are you who are so wise in the ways of science?
It was a day like any other and Mr and Mrs Samuel Brainsample were a perfectly ordinary couple, leading perfectly ordinary lives - the sort of people to whom nothing extraordinary ever happened, and not the kind of people to be the centre of one of the most astounding incidents in the history of mankind … So let’s forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man …
The plumage don’t enter into it!
And so, with the tension colossal, we come to the last ball. That’s all from us.
Hey, I didn’t even eat the mousse.
Number seven. Two inches to the right of a very naughty bit indeed.
Yes, another convert for the Protestants. But despite Luther’s efforts to promote the idea of sex for pleasure, children multiplied everywhere.
I’ve had the excess nipples woppled to remove tamping.
O Lord, we beseech thee, have mercy on our faculty, Amen!