Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how’s-your-father; hairy blighter, dicky-birded, feathered back on his sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harpers and caught his can in the Bertie.
No one ever expects the Spanish Inquisition!
It’s got a hole in it.
Good morning. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, but I’m afraid my walk has become rather sillier recently, and so it takes me rather longer to get to work.
So successful has been the training of the Kamikaze Regiment that the numbers have dwindled from 30,000 to just over a dozen in three weeks. What makes these young Scotsmen so keen to kill themselves?
Gentlemen, it’s now quite apparent that the enemy are not only fighting this war on the cheap, but they’re also not taking it seriously.
Dear Sir. As a prolific letter-writer, I feel I must protest about the previous letter. I am nearly sixty and am quite mad, but I do enjoy listening to the BBC Home Service.
We’ll not risk another frontal assault. That rabbit’s dynamite.
And now for something completely different.
Oh ho, planning a little excursion, eh, Mr. Hilter?
`In olden days a glimpse of stocking, was looked on as something shocking, now heaven knows, anything goes.’
Oh, shit, it’s Mr. Creosote!
Llamas are larger than frogs.
It’s….
Good evening. Tonight we’re going to take a hard tough abrasive look at camel spotting.
Bloody repeats!
And now for something completely the same.
Why are you always on about women, Stan?
Well while you’re thinking about that, I’d like to bring the duck in here, and ask her, if possible, to clarify the whole question of currency restrictions, and customs regulations in the world today.
Albatross! Albatross!