He’s not dead yet…
You see that? That’s where I was born. You know, one day my mother, she put me on her knee and she said to me, “Gaston, my son, the world is a beautiful place. You must go into it and… and love everyone, try to make everyone happy, and bring peace and contentment everywhere you go.” And so, I became a waiter. Well…it’s not much of a philosophy, I know… but, well… fuck you! I can live my own life in my own way if I want to! Fuck off, don’t come following me!
Well, it’s five past nine and nearly time for six past nine. On BBC 2 now it’ll shortly be six and a half minutes past nine. Later on this evening it’ll be ten o’clock and at 10.30 we’ll be joining BBC 2 in time for 10.33, and don’t forget tomorrow when it’ll be 9.20. Those of you who missed 8.45 on Friday will be able to see it again this Friday at a quarter to nine. Now here is a time check. It’s six and a half minutes to the big green thing.
The fat one balances the two skinny ones!
Dead Indian!
Hello, from Harpenden. This is a key seat because in addition to the official Silly candidate there is an independent Very Silly candidate who may split the silly vote.
There shall in that time be rumors of things going astray, erm, and there shall be a great confusion as to where things really are, and nobody will really know where lieth those little things with the sort of raffia-work base, that has an attachment.
At that time, a friend shall lose his friend’s hammer, and the young shall not know where lieth the things possessed by their fathers that their fathers put there only just the night before, about eight o’clock.
And the fathers shall be vexed and say to the young verily that if they don’t pull their heads in and turn up the neighbours hammer then they won’t going to the stoning. That’s right every stone shall be left unturned.
And the father’s wroth was great such that the neighbours did pound on the walls saying enough Jakob, let us get some sleep.
Look! There’s the old man from Scene 24!
It’s…
A witch! A witch!
He was a cruel man, but fair.
It’s a fair cop.
He is not in fact the Bishop of East Anglia, but a man wanted by the police. I am the Bishop of East Anglia and anyone who doesn’t believe me can look me up in the book.
Perhaps he was dictating.
All through the winter of '43 we had translators working, in joke-proof conditions, to try and produce a German version of the joke. They worked on one word each for greater safety.
You posted that earlier on this very page! :dubious:
Stand and deliver!
(I never met him/her but perhaps he/she works for the Department of Redundancy Department?)
St Stephan 29.9
Richard III 29.3
Jean D’arc 29.1
Marat 29.0
A. Lincoln (U.S of A) 28.2
G. Khan 28.1
King Edward VII 3.1
Thank you Onan! And now: a letter, a hotel registration book, and a series of photographs, which could add up to divorce, premature retirement, and possible criminal proceedings for a company director in Bromsgrove. He’s a freemason, and a conservative M.P. – so Mr S., that’s £3,000 please to stop us from revealing: Your name, the name of the three other people involved, the youth organization to which they belonged, and the shop where you bought the equipment!
It is the rabbit!
No, it isn’t.