There are ways of telling whether she is a witch.
It’s certainly uncontaminated by cheese.
Well obviously, this is not meant to be taken literally. It refers to any manufacturers of dairy products.
And now for something completely different - a man with a tape recorder up his nose.
No, not the curtains!
I might be arguing in my spare time.
Listen, you spotty sassenach pillock…
You don’t frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, so-called Arthur-king, you and all your silly English kaniggets. Thppppt!
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 pounds 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!
Two boys have been found rubbing linseed oil into the school cormorant. Now, some of you may feel that the cormorant does not play an important part in the life of the school, but I would remind you that it was presented to us by the Corporation of the town of Sudbury to commemorate Empire Day, when we try to remember the names of all those from the Sudbury area who so gallantly gave their lives to keep China British. So, from now on, the cormorant is strictly out of bounds! Oh, and Jenkins, apparently your mother died this morning. Chaplain?
Watch it - still a few crosses left.
King of the who?
Oh, go on, just pretend for God’s sake.
They mean to win Wimbledon!
With moist eyes, Erik leaves this happy land to return to the harsh uneconomic realities of life in the land of Ljosa waters. On his way Erik rested a while in the land of Bjornsstrand - the land of dark forces, where Gildor was King. These were the dukes of the land of Bjornsstrand. Proud warriors who bore on their chests the letters of their dread name,
M A L D E N
Confused. To shake it out of its state of complacency. I’m afraid I’m not personally qualified to confuse cats, but I can recommend an extremely good service.
Sex, sex, sex. That’s all they think about, huh? Well, how are you, then, officer?
Wait for it…
It’s a fair cop.
That’s you, m’lud, not you, m’lud.