Guards, make sure the prince doesn’t leave this room until I come and get him.
Basically, I believe in peace and bashing two bricks together.
I think he’s got beau’iful legs!
She’s beautiful, she’s rich, she’s got huuuuge… tracts of land…
And whilst the good folk of Happy Valley tenaciously frolicked away, their wise old king, who was a merry old thing, played strange songs on his Hammond Organ up in the beautiful castle where he lived with the gracious Queen Syllabub, and their lovely daughter Mitzi Gaynor, who had fabulous tits and an enchanting smile, and wooden teeth which she had bought at a chemist’s in Augsburgh, despite the fire risk.
Once upon a time, there was an enchanted prince, who ruled the land beyond the wobbles. One day, he discovered a spot on his face. Foolishly, he ignored it…and three years later, he died of cancer. The spot, however, flourished, and soon set out to seek its fortune.
It says “Romans go home.”
It’s the Legendary Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh!!!
What Jesus blatantly fails to appreciate is that it’s the meek who are the problem.
I just want to come in and ransack the flat. Honestly.
Despite the efforts of Protestants to promote the idea of sex for pleasure, children continue to multiply everywhere.
Well, what about those juniper bushes over there?
We interrupt show jumping to bring you a news flash. The Second World War has now entered a sentimental stage. The morning on the Ardennes Front, the Germans started spooning at dawn, but the British Fifth Army responded by gazing deep in their eyes, and the Germans are reported to have gone ‘all coy’.
Are you being indecisive?
Yo. Nes. Perhaps
Splunge!
I didn’t eat the salmon mousse…
Would you shut that bloody dancing up!
He’s bluffing. You’re mind’s gone, Jenkins. You’re rubbish.
The Reverend Arthur Belling is vicar at the St. Loony Up the Cream Bun and Jam.
Oh, intercourse the penguin!