Well, that’s what’s carved in the rock!
This couple is just one of the prizes in this year’s Police Raffle. Other prizes include two years for breaking and entering, a crate of search warrants, a ‘What’s all this then?’ T-shirt and a weekend for two with a skinhead of your own choice.
Dung, sir.
Nope, I’m afraid I’m not understanding banter at all well today.
Here at Luton it’s a three-cornered fight between Alan Jones - Sensible Party, in the middle; Tarquin Fin-tim-lim-bim-whin-bim-lim-bus-stop-F’tang-F’tang-Olè-Biscuitbarrel - Silly Party; and Kevin Phillips-Bong, the Slightly Silly candidate.
What, ridden on a horse?
Splunge!
Could you say it slower?
Please, let’s not bicker and argue about who killed who…
Oh, how am I ever going to pay for this?!
I think my wife is beginning to suspect.
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 a conservative M.P., so that’s 3,000 pounds please Mr. S… thank you… to stop us from revealing:
Your name,
The name of the three other people involved,
The youth organization to which they belonged, and
The shop where you bought the equipment!
What are you thinking, giving a bomb to a baby?
We wuz too late!
"I told him, Julie, don’t go. Don’t go Julie, I said but did he listen?
If I told him once, I’d told him a thousand times, "Julie, don’t go!
“Julie, don’t go,” I said. “It’s the Ides of March. Beware already.”
No, wait - um…?
Julius Caesar on an Aldis lamp! Wuthering Heights in semaphore!
Dinsdale…? Dinsdale…? DINSDALE!
I like Chinese!
Good morning, I am a bank robber. Er, please don’t panic, just hand over all your money.
Stand and deliver! I know one of my pistols is empty, but the other is still loaded, and I happen to be a very good shot. I practice every day!