What a strange person.
It IS the rabbit!
I should say not. Dinsdale was a perfectly normal person in every way. Except in as much as he was convinced that he was being watched by a giant hedgehog whom he referred to as Spiny Norman.
Does that not fit in with your plans?
Wi nøt trei a høliday in Sweden this yër? See the løveli lakes. The wøndërful telephøne system. And mäni interesting furry animals. Including the majestik møøse…
What’s brown and sounds like a bell? Dung!
Say no more, say no more.
Oh, I thought you were complaining about the music.
“Sit on my face, and tell me that you love me
I’ll sit on your face and tell you I love you, too
I love to hear you oralize, when I’m between your thighs
You blow me away!
Sit on my face and let my lips embrace you
I’ll sit on your face and let my love be truly
Life can be fine if we both sixty-nine
And we’ll sit on our faces in all sorts of places and play
'Till we’re blown away!”
Venezuelan Beaver Cheese?
*You came on my pillo–w
*
<choking>
<gagging>
I like traffic lights, although my name’s not Damber. I like traffic lights, I…Oh, God.
My brother’s clumsy, Colonel.
Oooh get her! Whoops!
I’ve got your number, ducky.
You couldn’t afford me, dear. (two three)
I’d scratch your eyes out!
Don’t come the brigadier bit with us, dear
We all know where you’ve been, you military fairy!
I’m afraid we’re fresh out of Red Leicester.
Well, strangling animals, golf and masturbating.
What a great twit!
Well, the competitors will be off in a moment so let me just identify for you. Vivian Smith-Smythe-Smith has an O-level in chemo-hygiene. Simon-Zinc-Trumpet-Harris, married to a very attractive table lamp. Nigel Incubator-Jones - his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he’s a stockbroker. Gervaise Brook-Hampster is in the Guards, and his father uses him as a wastepaper basket. And finally Oliver St John-Mollusc, Harrow and the Guards, thought by many to be this year’s outstanding twit.
Ni!
Albatross!