And then… the oral sex!
It’s…
Well Brian… I’m opening a boutique.
I took the liberty of examining that parrot when I got it home, and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in the first place was that it had been nailed there.
Mr Neutron! The most dangerous and terrifying man in the world! The man with the strength of an army! The wisdom of all the scholars in history! The man who had the power to destroy the world.
My theory by A. Elk, brackets, Miss, brackets. This theory goes as follows and begins now. All brontosauruses are thin at one end, much much thicker in the middle, and the thin again at the far end. That is my theory, it is mine, and it belongs to me, and I own it, and what it is, too.
Stop talking to the camera.
Well it’s thirteen minutes to the hour of nine-nine-nine, here on wonderful Radio One-One-One! So if you’re still lying in your big big bed, now is the time to get up out of it! We’ve got another thirteen hours of tip-top sounds here on Wonderful Radio One!
Then did we bust the Harry Tony Mob, who did seek to import Scandinavian filth via Germany. For six years they cleaned up a packet - came the day I got whiff of them through a squealer and within one week did a mop-up right good. They’re now languishing, doing five years’ bird in Parkhurst.
I was attacked by a bat.
Yeah! It looks great! The fat one balances the two skinny ones.
My hovercraft if full of eels.
Is it?
Oh, I thought you were complaining about the bouzouki player.
I’m more interesting than a wet pussycat.
Does it come with wafers?
Are you the brain specialist?
Oh … Ah, well, I am afraid that is already asleep.
People are not wearing enough hats.
Watch it - still a few crosses left.