Bloody Vikings!!
Lovely plumage!
“She has great big . . . tracts of land!”
He’s the true messiah! I should know, I’ve followed a few.
Half a bee, philosophically, must also be…
We’ve come for your liver.
It’s…
Anyway, if it came from the zoo, it’d have ‘property of the zoo’ stamped on it.
No it wouldn’t! They don’t stamp animals ‘property of the zoo’!! You couldn’t stamp a huge lion!!
They stamp them when they’re small.
What happens when they molt?
Lions don’t molt.
No, but penguins do. THERE! I’ve run rings around you logically.
OOOOH! INTERCOURSE THE PENGUIN!!!
Well I, I think that, er, nobody who has gone abroad should be allowed back in the country. I mean, er, blimey, blimey if they’re not keen enough to stay here when they’re ‘ere, why should we allow them back, er, at the tax-payers’ expense? I mean, be fair, I mean, I don’t eat squirrels do I? I mean well perhaps I do one or two but there’s no law against that, is there? It’s a free country. I mean if I want to eat a squirrel now and again, that’s me own business, innit? I mean, I’m no racialist.
I think that all right-thinking people in this country are sick and tired of being told that ordinary decent people are fed up in this country with being sick and tired! I, for one, am not; and I am sick and tired of being told that I am!
Monty Python’s Flying Circus! http://www.montypython.net/cgi-bin/dl/full.cgi?MP-theme.wav
Hey. Your nose is going to be three foot wide across your face by the time I’ve finished with you!
“Bring out yer dead!”
“Ethel the Aardvard goes quantitiy surveying?”
No, no…wha what what what what?!
“Ethel the Aardvark goes quantity surveying?”
baha…haDA! We’ve got it! I’ve seen it somewhere! YES YES, Here it is! “Ethel the Aardvark goes quantity surveying”! There’s your book! Now…buy it!
I don’t have enough money
I’ll take a deposit!
I don’t have ANY money!
I’ll take a check!
I don’t have a (here my memory fails, but I carry on!)
I’ll take a blank one!
I haven’t got a bank account!
Right! I’ll buy it for you! Here you are, there’s your book, here’s some money for a taxi on the way home…
Wait! wait!
WHAT! WHAT! WHAT! WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!
I can’t read!
You…can’t…read. RIGHT! Sit down! SIT! SIT! Sit down! Are you sitting comfortably? “Ethyl the aardvark was hopping along…”
INTERMISSION
“Gay Boys in Bondage” by Mr. William Shakespeare
It’s all in a day’s work for . . .
Confuse-a-Cat.
…or Bicycle Repair Man…
Alright, stop, stop. This is all getting very silly…
Roight! RRROOIIIIGHT!!! What’s all this, then?
Oh, you’re no fun any more.
Dear Sirs:
I should like to file a complaint about the thread which I have seen on your message board this very day. What began as a perfectly respectable argument sketch has quickly gotten out of hand. I take particular umbrage to the lack of any mentions of bozuki music in cheese shops.
Respectfully yours,
Col. Sir Aruthur Fingerbiter, OBE, Ninny.