Monty Python non sequitur thread (Part 1)

Better get a bucket. I’m gonna throw up.

Now, sex. Sex, sex, sex. Where were we? Well, had I got as far as the penis entering the vagina?

I’m Brian, and so is my wife.

No, I’m only pulling your leg, it’s crucifixion really!

You must spank her well. And after you have spanked her, you may deal with her as you like. And then, spank me.

You know… thingie!

Look, I’d had a lovely supper, and all I said to my wife was, “that piece of halibut was good enough for Jehovah.”

Honestly, darling, I’m so embarrassed. It really is embarrassing. I mean, to serve salmon with botulism at a dinner party is social death for me.

Good. Everything seems to be in order.

About one - call it none.

http://www.spotsylvania.va.us/content/15913/15925/16011/default.aspx

Haven’t been there, but I’m sure they have shrubberies, and a path! A path!

We, the People’s Front of Judea, brackets, official, end brackets, do hereby convey our sincere fraternal and sisterly greetings to you, Brian, on this, the occasion of your martyrdom.

O Knights of Ni, you are just and fair, and we will return with a shrubbery.

That’s just what Jesus said!

I actually have been there; saw the signs coming back from Natural Bridge and couldn’t resist the temptation. Quite a bit of shrubbery around there. :smiley:

And now for something completely different.

That’s you, m’lud, not you, m’lud.

That I don’t know. I just don’t know. I really just don’t know. I’m afraid I really just don’t know. I’m afraid even I really just don’t know. I have to tell you I’m afraid even I really just don’t know. I’m afraid I have to tell you… … thank you … … I don’t know. Our only clue is this portion of wolf’s clothing which the killer sheep … was wearing … in yesterday’s raid on Selfridges.

This is a vegetarian restaurant — we serve no meat of any kind. We’re not only proud of that, we’re smug about it.

Lark’s vomit?

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