As early in the late 14th century, or indeed as late as the early 14th century…
Of course you don’t getting fucking wafers with it, you cunt. It’s a fucking albatross innit.
He knows of a cave–a cave which no man has entered.
Mr. Pither, perhaps you could put in a good word for so we could join a very smart bingo club in Coronworl.
When you finally get to Malaga airport, everybody’s queueing for the bloody toilet, and queueing for the bloody half-customs officers, and queueing for the bloody bus that isn’t there, waiting to take you to the hotel that hasn’t yet been built.
Yes, but with government backing, I think I could make it very silly.
Excuse me, are you suggesting eating my mother?
He’s a real creepy little bastard, he is. I hate 'im.
When you finally get to the half-built Algerian ruin called the Hotel del Sol, by paying half your holiday money to a licensed bandit in a taxi, there’s no water in the pool, there’s no water in the bog, there’s no water in the tap, there’s only a bleeding lizard in the bidet, and half the rooms are double-booked, and you can’t sleep anyway, 'cause of the permanent twenty-four hour drilling of the foundations of the hotel next door.
No one knows what strange and distant planet he came from, or where he was going to… Wherever he went, terror and destruction were sure to follow.
And then… the oral sex!
“World Domination” t-shirts are available…
Well of course it was nailed there; otherwise it would’ve muscled up to those bars and VOOM!
Look, I don’t think it should be a sin, just for saying “Jehovah”.
I’ll have two with good points, a big flat one, and a bag of gravel please.
Well most things we do for pleasure nowadays are taxed, except one.
You want anything done in this country, you have to complain until you’re blue in the face.
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There’s nothing wrong with you that an expensive operation can’t prolong.
And then gentlemen, this dog goes up to the tree and he piddles on it!