Life’s a piece of shit
[…and shit]
Well, this is much as I predicted, except that the Silly Party candidate won.
There are some who call me… Tim.
Rotten. Rotten. You’re no bloody use at all. You’re an utter bloody wash-out. You make me sick, you weed!
And now something completely different!
[Faux German accent]
Universal affirmatives can only be partially converted. All of “Alma Cogan is dead,” for example, but only some of the class of dead persons are Alma Cogan.
[/Faux German accent]
I’m not.
Ewww, with a gammy leg?
If you don’t shut up, I will shoot you.
Maybe I should go back and face the peril.
Coquistador Band Instant Coffee brings new meaning to the word “vomit”.
Nice gourds.
You can think for yourselves!
Gimme the 'oop!
What a silly bunt.
Tiger Brand Coffee is real neat, even real tigers prefer it over real meat.
It’s a fair cop, but society’s to blame…
Mr van der Goy, you’ve chosen as your special subject, “Mathematical problems to which the answer is 2”. You have five minutes starting from now.
About one, call it none.
… and more bleedin’ Watney’s Red Barrel …