Good afternoon, mother. Good afternoon, Mrs Nigger-Baiter.
Of course I can talk, I’m the Minister for Overseas Development.
Of course I can talk, I’m the Minister for Overseas Development.
Were these just coincidences, or were they, as Mr Norris believed, part of an identical cultural background? One further discovery convinced him. The lawnmower. Surely such a sophisticated household gadget could not have been generated independently in two separate areas. Mr Norris was convinced.
Oh, no, no, noooo… yes.
Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Know what I mean?
NUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSE!
NUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSE!
NUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSE!
(Jumps at seeing nurse, who was there the whole time)
I told him we already had one. Heeheehee.
Oh, wicked, bad, naughty, evil Zoot! Oh, she is a bad person, and she must pay the penalty!
And now for the first item this evening on the Menu - ha ha - the team have chosen as a little hors d’oeuvres an item - and I think we can be sure it won’t be an ordinary item - in fact the team told me just before the show that anything could happen, and probably would - so let’s have … the item.
Their father, Arthur Piranha, a scrap-metal dealer and TV quizmaster, was well known to the police, and a devout Catholic. In 1928 he had married Kitty Malone, an up-and-coming East End boxer. Doug was born in February 1929 and Dinsdale two weeks later, and again a week after that.
That’s going to cause a little confusion.
I remember Doug was very keen on boxing, but when he learned to walk he took up putting the boot in the groin. He was very interested in that. His mother had a terrible job getting him to come in for tea. Putting his little boot in he’d be, bless him. All the kids were like that then, they didn’t have their heads stuffed with all this Cartesian dualism.
I want to have… I want to have Racquel Welch dropped on top of me.
I want to have… I want to have Raquel Welch dropped on top of me.
(I tried the new multi-quote but it didn’t work)
Another one just went past downwards.
Kiss me, Hardy!
:: splat ::
Sit on my face and let my lips embrace you
Sir Kenneth Clark: This then is the height of the English Renaissance, the triumph of Classical over Gothic … the-
([Boxer]Bodell swings a left and knocks Sir Kenneth down.)
Another man who had his head nailed to the floor was Stig O’ Tracy.