There isn’t an upstairs, dear - it’s a bungalow.
Regards,
Shodan
We’ll not risk another frontal assault. That rabbit’s dynamite!
sO FROM ALL OF US HERE GOOD NIGHT, SLEEP WELL, AND HAVE AN ABSOLUTELY SUPER DAY TOMORROW, KISS, KISS.
…And have stamped its triumph throughout history, in the furthest-flung corners of the Empire, but, no matter where or when there was fighting to be done, it has always been the calm leadership of the officer class that has made the British Army what it is.
I waggled me wig!
Yes, yes, of course we are, yes, absolutely, you’re absolutely right! That’s positive thinking for you. You wouldn’t have said a thing like that, would you? You five-foot-ten weed.
Thank you. Well here is a three-stage model of Tchaikovsky. Here you see the legs, used for walking around, and which can be jettisoned at night. And this is the main trunk, the power house of the whole thing, incorporating of course the naughty bits, which were extremely naughty for his time, and the whole thing is subservient to this small command module, the, as it were, head of the whole, as it were, body.
Your cat is suffering from something for which we vets don’t have a word yet.
Ni!
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptangya Zoooooooom Boing Ni!"
Moping, yes, hmm… must remember that.
Well, there’s egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg, bacon and spam; egg, bacon, sausage and spam; spam, bacon, sausage and spam; spam, egg, spam, spam, bacon and spam; spam, spam, spam, egg and spam; spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam and spam; or Lobster thermidor aux crevettes with a mornay sauce garnished with truffle pâté, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam.
Dear Sir, I object strongly to the obvious athletic turn this show has now taken. Why can’t we hear more about the human body? There is nothing embarrassing or nasty about the human body except for the intestines and bits of the bottom.
Here, I’ve got an idea: Suppose you agree that he can’t actually have babies, not having a womb - which is nobody’s fault, not even the Romans - but that he can have the right to have babies.
He is hit on the head with a chicken by a man in a suit of armour.
Exactly. Birds is the key to the whole problem. It’s my belief that these sheep are laborin’ under the misapprehension that they’re birds.
“No I’m not!”
After a time, sounds of violence and screaming start again rapidly fading under the tune of ‘Coronation Scot’.
Sorry squire, I’ve had a look 'round the back of the shop, and uh, we’re right out of parrots.
I’m more interesting than a wet pussycat!
What’s wrong with a kiss, boy? Hmm? Why not start her off with a nice kiss? You don’t have to go leaping straight for the clitoris like a bull at a gate. Give her a kiss, boy.