Not guilcup.
‘Oh Mr Belpit your legs are so swollen’ … swollen … ‘Oh Mr Belpit - oh Mr Belpit your legs are so swollen’.
Look. I couldn’t eat another thing. I’m absolutely stuffed. Bugger off.
Say no more!
No, doctor, no. Something very funny’s happening to me.
Tonight, instead of discussing the existence or non-existence of God, they have decided to fight for it. The existence, or non-existence, to be determined by two falls, two submissions, or a knockout.
Now then, madam. I’m going to show you three numbers, and I want you to tell me if you see any similarity between them
Oh Bevis, are you going to do anything or are you just going to show me films all evening?
Nudge, nudge, wink, wink, say no more.
The Reverend Charlie `Drooper’ Hyper-Squawk Smith, the cleft-palated RAF chaplain, who single-handed shot down over five hundred German chaplains.
Splunge!
Think carefully. Think. Think.
Spammity-Spam!
My brain hurts!
Ah. A toilet requisite-t-t-t-t-t…
Arthur “Two Sheds” Jackson
Oh well, that’s just insurance jargon, you know.
The average man in the street scarcely gives a second thought to these extremely well-off people.
Nobody can say ‘five-penny please’ and make it funny.
No, you leave us alone!