A mad psychiatrist, that’d be new.
I have a vewy good fwiend in Wome named Biggus Dickus.
Uh, I’m…I’m not quite dead, sir.
Red… no, blue! Aiyeeeeeeeeeee!
Oh, intercourse the penguin!
Sorry squire, I’ve apparently gobbed all over your carpet.
'Ello, 'ello, 'ello - what’s all this, then?
You don’t frighten us, English pig dogs. Go and boil your bottoms, you sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, so-called “Arthur King,” you and all your silly English K-nig-hts.
We’ll have none of your imperialist tidbits.
Please! This is supposed to be a happy occasion. Let’s not bicker and argue over who killed who.
I’m not.
i am death!
Cross the threshold, arrive, ingress, gain admittance, infiltrate.Ah Mr Notlob, ah park your hips, on the sitting device.
Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this parrot what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.
I would tax the nude in my bed. No, not tax. What is the word? … Oh! Welcome.
We are the knights who say ni
Better get a bucket. I’m gonna throw up.
Fish dance
Good evening sir and how are we today?
Is this the Dept of Arguments?