Watery tarts lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government!
Bing tiddle tiddle bang
bing tiddle tiddle bing
bing tiddle tiddle tiddle tiddle
bing tiddle tiddle bong
This year’s winner at Monaco
And now, a massage from the Swedish Prime Minister…
…slap slap slap slap slap slap…
How do you neauuuwww she’s a witch?
Why Frog?
But our sales would plummet!
And thus we come full circle…
… whom would you have me … welease?
Read to me a bit, dear wife, of Will Shakespeare’s Gay Boys in Bondage.
Shut your festering gob, you tit! Your type really makes me puke you vacuous, toffy-nosed, malodorous pervert!
But I wanted an argument.
No you didn’t.
Let us, like Him, hold up one shoe and let the other be upon our foot, for this is His sign, that all who follow Him shall do likewise.
Geoffrey was a mounted policeman - with a difference.
One on’t cross beams gone owt askew on treadle.
Look, my friends. I happen to know that this is the Lupin Express.
Venezuelan Beaver Cheese?
Normally yes, today the van broke down.
I don’t care how fucking runny it is.
And now for something completely different*: a man with a tape recorder up his nose.
*A phrase which is similar to the term “non-sequitur”, which apparently isn’t grasped by some posters…
Look, if I argue with you, I must take up a contrary position.