One of the flayrods has gone askew on the treadle.
No, no, I want him fighting rabid wild animals within a week!
Anyone else for a little…giggle?
That’s good. A nod’s as good as a wink to a blind bat, eh?
Rest in peace, Terry Jones: https://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?t=888829
I’m not dead!
[RIP Terry Jones]
Look, are you insinuating something?
Regards,
Shodan
I think I’ll go for a walk.
The Norwegian Blue prefers kipping on it’s back! Beautiful bird, lovely plumage!
It’s from the BBC. They want to know if I want to be in a sketch on telly.
But our sales would plummet!
Graham Chapman, co-author of the ‘Parrot Sketch,’ is no more.
He has ceased to be, bereft of life, he rests in peace, he has kicked the bucket, hopped the twig, bit the dust, snuffed it, breathed his last, and gone to meet the Great Head of Light Entertainment in the sky, and I guess that we’re all thinking how sad it is that a man of such talent, such capability and kindness, of such intelligence should now be so suddenly spirited away at the age of only forty-eight, before he’d achieved many of the things of which he was capable, and before he’d had enough fun. Well, I feel that I should say, “Nonsense. Good riddance to him, the freeloading bastard! I hope he fries.
But the winner was undoubtedly from Mrs No-Supper-For-You from Norwood in Lancashire…
Miserable Fat Belgian Bastards
It goes well with the warm vomit and catarrh that we’ve smeared on the walls.
Regards,
Shodan
Crucifixion? Good. Out of the door, line on the left, one cross each.
No, I’m just pulling your leg, it’s crucifixion really
I want his only daughter to look upon me as her own dad, in a very real and legally-binding sense.
The important part of the first subject is Beethoven’s almost disdainful use of the high lob, forcing Hewitt to play right up to the net.
Lovely people, the Romans.
Stwike him, Centurwion!