“Run away!”
The great scallop … this tatty, scrofulous old rapist, is second in depravity only to the common clam. This latter is a right whore, a harlot, a trollop, a cynical bed-hopping firm-breasted Rabelaisian bit of sea food that makes Fanny Hill look like a dead Pope… and finally among the lamellibranch bivalves, that most depraved of the whole sub-species - the whelk. The whelk is nothing but a homosexual of the worst kind. This gay boy of the gastropods, this queer crustacean, this mincing mollusc, this screaming, prancing, limp-wristed queen of the deep makes me sick.
You’re a loony.
I’ll have a whiskey for main course and I’ll follow that with a whiskey for pudding.
And now for something completely different…
Of course they’ve brought forth juniper berries. They’re juniper bushes! What do you expect?
My brain hurts!
It’s only a model.
Are you saying I don’t know the difference between the War of the bloody Spanish Succession and the Thirty bloody Years War?
Oh, intercourse the penguin!
…For the demon shall bear a nine-bladed sword. Nine-bladed! Not two or five or seven, but nine, which he will wield on all wretched sinners, sinners just like you, sir, there, and the horns shall be on the head, with which he will…
I told him we already had one! Teeheehee.
Yang tse Kai Yang, river of the eastern dream
Full of carp and trout and perch and breem
NO ONE expects the Spanish Inquisition; our weapon is Surprise–that’s all, just surprise!
Kiss me, Hardy!
Ugh…with a gammy leg?
It’s not particularly silly, is it? I mean, the right leg isn’t silly at all and the left leg merely does a forward aerial half turn every alternate step.
Watch it! There’s still a few crosses left.
B-bloody Pilate pet
Wait 'til Biggus Dickus hears of this!