Worse? How could it possibly get worse?! Jehovah Jehovah Jehovah!
It needn’t be a little penguin. It can be the biggest penguin you’ve ever seen. An electric penguin, twenty feet high, with long green tentacles that sting people, and you can stab it in the wings and the blood can go spurting psssssshhhh in slow motion.
Anyone for tennis?
…Wait for it…
Intercourse the penguin!
If you’re going to split hairs, I’m going to piss off.
Tennis really, I use to play cricket. I remember on one occasion I was bowling to an ex county player actually, I gave him a half volley just outside the off stump, he put his left foot down the wicket, he hit the ball back at me like a bullet didn’t have chance to move, ball hit me straight between the eyes. I gave him a half volley just outside the off stump, he put his left foot down the wicket, he hit the ball back at me like a bullet didn’t have chance to move, ball hit… I’m so sorry um, where was I?
'Course it doesn’t come with bloody wafers, it’s a bloody albatross, innit?
I don’t care how excrementally runny it is.
It is the rabbit.
Humphrey: Yes. Good. Nibbling the earlobe, uh, kneading the buttocks, and so on and so forth. So, we have all these possibilities before we stampede towards the clitoris, Watson.
Watson: Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.
No, you may not give urine instead of blood.
In a nutshell. So I thought to myself, ‘a little fermented curd will do the trick’. So I curtailed my Walpolling activites, sallied forth and infiltrated your place of purveyance to negotiate the vending of some cheesy comestibles.
This is a complete waste of time.
Uh, aaah, uh, uh…
…I’ve a good little dog.
That’s what being a Protestant’s all about. That’s why it’s the church for me. That’s why it’s the church for anyone who respects the individual and the individual’s right to decide for him or herself. When Martin Luther nailed his protest up to the church door in 1517, he may not have realised the full significance of what he was doing, but four hundred years later, thanks to him, my dear, I can wear whatever I want on my John Thomas. And Protestantism doesn’t stop at the simple condom. Oh, no. I can wear French Ticklers if I want.
‘C. Of E. Films’
‘In association with the Sunday Schools Board’
‘present’
‘The Bishop’
‘Starring the Reverend E. P. Nesbitt’
‘And introducing F. B. Grimsby Urqhart-Wright as the voice of God’
‘Special effects by the Moderator of the Church of Scotland’
‘Directed by Prebendary “Chopper” Harris’
Well, that’s the end of the film. Now, here’s the meaning of life… Well, it’s nothing very special. Uh, try and be nice to people, avoid eating fat, read a good book every now and then, get some walking in, and try and live together in peace and harmony with people of all creeds and nations.
All right, I’ll have the dead unjugged rabbit fish.
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore, etcetera, etcetera.