You know, when I get bored in history, I will write notes to hypergirl and we’ll quote python back and forth.
It’s too funny when it has to do with what we’re studying.
Whenever you get into a jam you scream, “Run away! Run away!”
At the end of a big meal you offer your guests a “wafer thin mint” being sure to pronounce “wafer” with a short “a” sound
I’ve always loved Monty Python. One of my favorite bits was “News for Wombats.” Whenever it seems that a news report may is becoming somewhat one sided (living in Wyoming, we get a lot of Colorado news. And Colorado News tends to focus and Coloradans, no matter what the tragedy.) I always refer to it as “news for Wombats.”
Peace
CoyoteFish
It’s always fun when you see old hags slamming helpless cats against walls in every scene…and when someone is trying to club fish in a river…
…when people ask how you’re going to get there, you say “ze flying sheep.”
…whenever you’ve been bad you suggest a good spanking as punishment.
…if you hear the name Cyril Connelly you say to yourself “No, semi-carnally.”
You have a firm conviction that waterlogged tarts dispensing swords is no basis for a system of government.
When asked who won Wimbledon in 1975 you answer, “the blumanche”. (sp? – never run across one of these personally, as I abhor tennis on grass courts.)
When hearing of the Concorde disaster, you had to restrain yourself from saying out loud, “You will notice that they do not so much fly as plummet.”
“Pining for the fjords” has become synonymous with dead in your circle of friends.
When dining at a fine restaurant you tast the sauce and say, “mmmmm, only the finest quaity lark’s vomit in this.”
“After the spanking, the oral sex.” Just trust me on that one, m’kay?
You ardently wish the United States had a Silly Party.
“Message for you, sir,” seems the appropriate response to any number of painful happenstances.
“all right, we’ll call it a draw,” is the obvious answer for a crushing defeat.
You’re a loony.
You find a need to say “There is no Rule Six!” ever.
You can’t get near to the gas cooker because of the queue of men in brown overalls
Your favourite song is Sing Rittle birdie
Your sport is assault tennis
When you see the swallows gathering to migrate you put a hard hat on.
Whenever you say something wrong you explain it by saying ‘I’m sorry I’ve got a cold’
Before you squash a bug with your feet you take your shoes and socks off.
Instead or using the remote to change channels you reach for your SO’s nipple and give it a tweak.
Whenever you get a question wrong some unseen force hurls you across the room.
Whenever a friend complains about police brutality you tell them that at least it taught you to respect the Romans.
When you catch kids scribbling on walls you say ‘You’re fuckin nicked’
When you come last in a popularity contest you break out into ‘Climb every mountain, ford every stream , follow every…’
When you wear your walkman you get a buzzing in your left ear.
When you get fed up you say ‘Oh I don’t wanna do this anymore’
I don’t know about you guys, but I hear that famous piece by Tchaikovsky and start snickering (and occasionally lose it completely). Remember “Farming Club presents ‘The Life of Tchaikovsky’”? I always imagine that bit where Terry Jones tries to play that famous symphony while escaping from two sets of padlocks, handcuffs, a burlap bag…
“Can I just butt in at this point and say this is in fact the very first time I’ve posted on this thread?”
“No, no, we haven’t time, because we’re going straight over to Luton…”
When watching TV, you occasionally feel compelled to shout in falsetto voice “oh, intercourse the penguin.”
Whenever someone helps you out, you feel the need to shout “Bicycle Repairman!”
You greet your friends by shouting “Hello, Mrs Smoker!” and they return with “Hello, Mrs Non-Smoker!”
During the Olympics, you watch the marathon to see how many times the racers will duck into the bushes to relieve themselves.
You cringe when you hear “The Bells of St Mary” thinking of those poor little mice.
You think a romantic song is “Sit on My Face and Tell Me That You Love Me”
That’s all I can think of for now. Thanks VB, I’ve done or thought many of the things in this thread. Especially started laughing about the cockney accent without having ever been to England.
ROTFLMAO…since I have indeed done all these things…I guess I should get a life…
I like chine…oh, wait…
I get my boss started on ‘I’m a Lumberjack’ when he gets stressed out.
‘I did it again’
‘Oh, go change your armour.’
<Embarrassing bursts of laughter reminiscing on the subway>
Why aren’t I rescued by a giant spaceship??? I could certainly use one right about now.
I saw Life of Brian about the same time as I saw Ben Hur and I keep getting the 2 mixed up. The spaceship WAS MP, right?
You’ve ever seen a busty woman and said, “She’s got huge . . . tracts of land.”
You’ve ever caught a kid painting graffiti on a building and stopped to correct his grammar.
You see a large family and break out into a chorus of “Every Sperm Is Sacred”
You pronounce Raymond Luxury-Yacht as Throat Warbler Mangrove – (I think that’s it, please correct me if I’ve screwed it up)
That’s all I can think of again for now. I’m pretty sure I’ll be back after I finish my coffee.
…Your mother says, “He’s not the Messiah, he’s just a very naughty boy!”
You think it’s awfully nice to have a penis.
You like playing word association football.
You liken the guest of honour as a stream of bat’s piss - he shines out like a shaft of gold when all around is dark.
Your favorite tree is the larch.
You’re thinking about getting a second shed.
You’ve got a dead bishop on the landing.
You only speak the endings of words, and have a friend who only speaks the beginnings.
You like to hunt for mosquitos.
You refer to your “naughty bits.”
You…with a melon???
You have this terrible feeling of deja vu…
You have this terrible feeling of deja vu…
It’s a man’s life at the SDMB.
enters wearing a colonel’s uniform
Right! I protest to this thread using the phrase “it’s a man’s life!” I’m warning you, this thread is getting silly. If the silliness keeps up, I will have this thread closed.
You visit the Louvre and when the highschool group looking at a crucifixion painting start whistling " Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" and are asked to leave, you start laughing incontrollably to the extent you have to go to the restroom and recover-true story! I was walking along miniding my own business when I heard the wistful strains wafting through the halls. I followed the sound to a group of Australian high schoolers in front of a large Cricifixion scene. Best part of my trip!