I always preferred the outdoor life…hunting…shooting…fishing…getting out there with a gun and slaughtering a few of God’s creatures.
A tiger in Africa?
Blimey, whatever did I give the wife?
Oh there you go, bringing class into it again.
This is a cheese shop ?
Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition
Oh yes, Kipling Road was a typical East End Street, people were in and out of each other’s houses with each other’s property all day.
Finest in the district!
The great advantage of the tiger in unarmed combat is that he eats not only the raspberry-laden foe but also the raspberries.
Pretty predictable, really. It was an act of pure optimism to have posed the question in the first place.
Rotten. Rotten. You’re no bloody use at all. You’re an utter bloody wash-out. You make me sick, you weed!
For life is quite absurd
And death’s the final word
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
He was a gentleman, Dinsdale, and what’s more he knew how to treat a female impersonator.
Well, that’s cast rather a gloom over the evening, hasn’t it?
Isn’t it awfully nice to have a penis?
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… pronounced “Throat-warbler Mangrove”.
Do you want to come upstairs?
And so the Silly Party has taken Luton!
Two choc-ices please.