Ooo, I’ve had a bitch of a morning, luv!
It’s funny how one can go through life, as I have, disliking bananas and being indifferent to cheese, and then be able to eat, and enjoy, a banana and cheese sandwich like that.
Mount Everest: forbidding, aloof, terrifying. The mountain with the biggest tits in the world.
All our patients here are suffering from severe over-acting.
Man’s voice: I think she’s dead.
Mary, Queen of Scots: No I’m not!
I want you kids to get a head!
:: canned laughter ::
I’ve had enough of this!
No you haven’t.
Look, that rabbit’s got a vicious streak a mile wide! It’s a killer!
Oh, yeah, she’s a virgin. Definitely.
Great boobies, honeybun, my lower intestine is full of spam, egg, spam, bacon, spam, tomato, spam …
What a strange person.
I understand he also nailed your wife’s head to a coffee table.
And finally, monsieur, a wafer-thin mint.
Vicar Sergeant, ma’am.
Minister: It’s not particularly silly, is it? I mean, the right leg isn’t silly at all and the left leg merely does a forward aerial half turn every alternate step.
Mr. Pudey: Yes, but I think that with Government backing I could make it very silly.
The plumage don’t enter into it!
Yes, I used birds’ nests, moss and oak leaves round the outside.
He’s that most dangerous of creatures, a clever sheep. ‘E’s realized that a sheep’s life consists of standin’ around for a few months and then bein’ eaten. And that’s a depressing prospect for an ambitious sheep.
Oh, and Jenkins? Apparently your mother died this morning.
First offense? Oh, yeah, crucifixion.