You know too much, my dental friend!
He has a wife, you know…
Incontinentia.
Incontinentia buttocks.
Mmmph.
We’ll have none of your imperialist tidbits!
It’s tattooed on the back of their neck.
Now write it down a hundred times.
I’m afraid we don’t have a camera!
He said it again!!!
I said it!
And er… throw him to the floor sir?
But I want to sing!
A M00se once bit my sister…
Yes, well, that’s the sort of blinkered, philistine pig ignorance I’ve come to expect from you non-creative garbage.
Can I just say that I’ll never appear on television again?
What a senseless waste of human life.
Well, there’s egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg bacon and spam; egg bacon sausage and spam; spam bacon sausage and spam; spam egg spam spam bacon and spam; spam sausage spam spam bacon spam tomato and spam …
… or Lobster Thermidor a Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam.
I did ask you not to say mattress, didn’t I? Now I’ve got to stand in the tea chest.
Oops I wet 'em.
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant who was very rarely stable;
Burma!