Now go away, or I shall taunt you a second time.
ooh ar ooh ar before the crops go gey are in the medley crun and the birds slides nightly on the oor ar …
Splunge!
Spammity Spam!
Oh, shut up, elephant snout. And now the green Chesterfield has taken guard and Iceland are putting on their spin dryer to bowl.
And now… a letter… a hotel registration book… and a series of photographs… which could add up to divorce, premature retirement, and possible criminal proceedings for a company director in Bromsgrove. He’s a Freemason, and prospective Tory MP… that’s Mr. S. of Bromsgrove… £3,000… to stop us from revealing your name, the name of the three other people involved, the youth organization to which they belong, and the shop where you bought the equipment.
It’s not particularly silly, is it? I mean, the right leg isn’t silly at all and the left leg merely does a forward aerial half turn every alternate step.
You’ve… slept? With a lady?
You’re using coconuts!
Yes, it is.
The Watutsi! That’s it - the Watutsi! Oh, that’s the tribe, some of them were eight foot tall. Can you imagine that. Eight foot of Watutsi. Not one on another’s shoulders, oh no - eight foot of solid Watutsi. That’s what I call tall.
No, it isn’t.
There’s nothing more dangerous than a wounded mosquito.
Yes, it is.
No, it isn’t.
Look, get out you old rat-bag. Buzz off and shut up.
Yes, it is.
No, it isn’t.
But I am a chartered accountant.
Say no more!