But first, you must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest with… a herring!
Svientitzi hobonwy kratow sveguminurdy.
Well, you can’t blame British Rail for that.
Those responsible for sacking those responsible have been sacked.
These sandwiches, however, were an excellent substitute.
No. 1. The Larch.
Oh dear, oh dear… that’s not very good, is it. Look, surely you knew number four! It’s from ‘The Merchant of Venice’ - even I know that!
Who are you who are so wise in the ways of science?
Well, there’s egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg, bacon and spam; egg, bacon, sausage and spam; spam, bacon, sausage and spam; spam, egg, spam, spam, bacon and spam; spam, spam, spam, egg and spam; spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam and spam; or Lobster thermidor aux crevettes with a mornay sauce garnished with truffle pâté, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam.
I don’t like spam!
Why is it that the world never remembered the name of Karl Gambolputty de von Ausfern-schplenden-schlitter-crasscrenbon-fried-digger-dingle-dangle-dongle-dungle-burstein-von-knacker-thrasher-apple-banger-horowitz-ticolensic-grander-knotty-spelltinkle-grandlich-grumblemeyer-spelterwasser-kurstlich-himbleeisen-bahnwagen-gutenabend-bitte-ein-nürnburger-bratwustle-gerspurten-mitzweimache-luber-hundsfut-gumberaber-shönendanker-kalbsfleisch-mittler-aucher von Hautkopft… of Ulm?
My mind is on the spoons.
First offense? Yeah, crucifixion.
One rabbit stew, comin’ up.
I think it must be one of them crackpot religions.
No, no, no. What do penguins eat?
I can’t remember but I’ve got it written down some where.
Bally Jerry pranged his kite right in the how’s your father. Hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper’s and caught his can in the Bertie.
Ooh, that was lucky. I never even heard of him.
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