I have a hat.
No, no, no, you loopy brothel inmate.
You must spank her well, and after you have spanked her, you may deal with her as you like, and then, spank me.
Here comes that wacky queen again.
Who’s that shouting?
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore…
Bloody peasant!
Lemon Curry?
Stand and deliver!
I have a vewy gweat fwiend in Wome called Biggus Dickus.
Yes, there it was, over the other side of the clearing, the legendary Puking Tree of Mozambique…
Tish tish. No matter. Well, stout yeoman, four ounces of Caerphilly, if you please.
I have a hat.
Glasses… mustache… handkerchief… I’M GOING TO OPERATE
Well, I think that if Ken keeps his right up, gets in with the left jab and takes the fight to his man - well, he should go for a cut eye in the third and put Wilcox on the canvas by six.
Any Norwegian Jarlsberger, per chance?
When moon high over prairie … when wolf howl over mountain, when mighty wind roar through Yellow Valley, we go Leatherhead Rep - block booking, upper circle - whole tribe get it on 3/6d each.
Excuse me, I saw your advertisement for flying lessons and I’d like to make an application.
Gimme the ‘oop!
The palindrome of Bolton would be “Notlob.”