And on my right - putting the case against the Government - is a small patch of brown liquid… which could be creosote or some extract used in industrial varnishing.
Oh king, eh, very nice. An’ how’d you get that, eh? By exploitin’ the workers! By ‘angin’ on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic an’ social differences in our society!
I don’t care how fucking runny it is; hand it over with all speed.
Well, obviously it’s not meant to be taken literally; it refers to any manufacturers of dairy products.
“It’s hotter than a monkey’s bum in here, Your Majesty,” he said, and she smiled quietly to herself.
Old woman!
So, on June 7th, 1783, the Montgolfier brothers had a really good wash … starting on his face and arms, Joseph Michael Montgolfier went on to scrub his torso, his legs and his naughty bits, before rinsing his whole body. That June night, he and his brother between them washed seventeen square feet of body area. They used a kilo and a half of catholic soap and nearly fourteen gallons of nice hot water. It was indeed an impressive sight.
It’s a man’s life in the cardiff rooms, libya
Lemming, Lemming, Lemming of the BDA
Lemming, Lemming, Lemming of the BD - Lemming of the BD - Lemming of the BDA!!!
If you will not show us the Grail, we shall take your castle by force!
And for those of you who prefer drama - there’s sport.
The stuff of history is indeed woven in the woof. Pearl Harbour. There are pages in history’s book which are written on the grand scale. Events so momentous that they dwarf man and time alike. And such is the Battle of Pearl Harbour, re-enacted for us now by the women of Barley Townswomen’s Guild.
It’s a man’s life in the British Dental Association.
My hovercraft is full of eels.
Arthur Charles Herbert Runcie MacAdam Jarrett, you have been convicted, by twelve good persons and true, of the crime of first degree making of gratuitous, sexist jokes in a moving picture.
Stop talking to the camera.
A simple country girl who took a vow of eternal brutality.
I’m a very rich film producer and I need a lobotomy
Well, what are you doing creeping around a cow shed at two o’clock in the morning? That doesn’t sound very wise to me.
May I call you “Eddie Baby”?