Splunge!
Oh, go get a glass of water!
That, My Liege, is how we know the Earth to be banana-shaped.
It’s a simple question of weight ratios ! A five ounce bird could not carry a one pound coconut!
Fine, fine. Well, um… adopt, adapt and improve. Just a pair of knickers then, please.
And welcome to 'Spot the Loony', where once again we invite you to come with us all over the world to meet all kinds of people in all kinds of places, and ask you to . .. Spot the Loony!
Razor, razor, cut, cut, blood, spurt, artery, murder.
Uh, oh, here comes that wacky Queen again!
Must be a king. He hasn’t got shit all over him.
No-Time Toulouse. The story of the wild and lawless days of the post-Impressionists.
So it was that on a cold November morning, RSM Urdoch and Sapper MacDonald, one of the most highly trained Kamikaze experts the Scottish Highlands have ever witnessed, left on a mission which was to… oh I can’t go on with this drivel.
Are there any regiments which are more effeminate than others?
I come about your advert - ‘Small white pussy cat for sale. Excellent condition’.
I mean, apart from the Marines, they’re all dead butch.
Can I please speak! I came all the way from Oslo to do this program! I'm a professor of archaeology. I'm an expert in ancient civilizations. All right, I'm only five foot ten. All right my posture is bad, all right I slump in my chair. But I've had more women than either of you two! I've had half bloody Norway, that's what I've had! So you can keep your Robert Eversley! And you can keep your bloody Watutsi! I'd rather have my little body... my little five-foot-ten-inch body...
Now, it’s quite simple to defend yourself against a man armed with a banana. First of all you force him to drop the banana; then, second, you eat the banana, thus disarming him. You have now rendered him helpless.
It’s funny how one can go through life, as I have, disliking bananas and being indifferent to cheese, and then be able to eat, and enjoy, a banana and cheese sandwich like this.
I asked them to put it on my form, sir: “No killing.”
My brain hurts!
Oh, go change your armor.