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Topic: Monty Python Members Reunite For Sci-fi Farce "Absolutely Anything"
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Started by: Captain Wayne
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d 
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d We've just heard that an explosion in the kitchens of the House of Lords has resulted in the breakage of seventeen storage jars. Police ruled out foul play....Lemon curry?
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Lemon Curry?
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d I wish I had said that.
You will Oscar, you will.
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johnph46:
"I may be an idiot, but I'm no fool."
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d "I may be an idiot, but I'm no fool."
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Compare: Ladies and gentlemen isn't she just great eh, wasn't she just Feat. Ha, ha, ha, and she can run as fast as she can sing, ha, ha, ha. And I'm telling you - 'cos I know. No, only kidding. Ha, ha, ha. Seriously now, ladies and gentlemen, we have for you one of the most unique acts in the world today. He's ... well I'll say no more, just let you see for yourselves... ladies and gentlemen, my very great privilege to introduce Arthur Ewing, and his musical mice.
Cut to Ewing.
Ewing: Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. Ladies and gentlemen. I have in this box twenty-three white mice. Mice which have been painstakingly trained over the past few years, to squeak at a selected pitch. (he raises a mouse by its tail) This is E sharp... and this one is G. You get the general idea. Now these mice are so arranged upon this rack, that when played in the correct order they will squeak 'The Bells of St Mary's'. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you on the mouse organ 'The Bells of St Mary's'. Thank you.
(He produces two mallets. He starts striking the mice while singing quietly 'The Bells of St Mary's. Each downward stroke of the mallet brings a terrible squashing sound and the expiring squeak. It is quite clear that he is slaughtering the mice. The musical effect is poor. After the first few notes people are shouting 'Stop it, stop him someone, Oh my God'. He cheerfully takes a bow. He is hauled off by the floor manager. He comes back and has a few more 'hits' before being dragged off again.)
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Stavro Arrgolus:
Announcer: And now for something completely the same - a man with three buttocks. (phone on desk rings - he answers) Hullo? ... Oh, did we. (puts phone down and looks at camera) And now for something completely different. A man with three noses.
Off-Screen Voice: He's not here yet!
Announcer: Two noses?
(Stock shot of audience of Women applauding. A man flourishing a handkerchief blows his nose. Then he puts his handkerchief inside his shin and blows again. Stock shot women applauding again.)
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Announcer: And now for something completely the same - a man with three buttocks. (phone on desk rings - he answers) Hullo? ... Oh, did we. (puts phone down and looks at camera) And now for something completely different. A man with three noses.
Off-Screen Voice: He's not here yet!
Announcer: Two noses?
(Stock shot of audience of Women applauding. A man flourishing a handkerchief blows his nose. Then he puts his handkerchief inside his shin and blows again. Stock shot women applauding again.)
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peterpuck9:
Frampton: Er ... yes.
Interviewer: Well why didn't you say so?
Frarnpton: I thought it was the continental version.
(Cut back to Announcer sitting confidently at desk)
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Frampton: Er ... yes.
Interviewer: Well why didn't you say so?
Frarnpton: I thought it was the continental version.
(Cut back to Announcer sitting confidently at desk)
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Stavro Arrgolus:
Announcer: And now for something completely different. A man with three buttocks.
(Interview studio again)
Interviewer: Good evening, I have with me Mr. Arthur Frampton, who.. Mr. Frampton, I understand that you, as it were - well let me put it another way... I believe, Mr. Frampton, that whereas most people... didn't we do this just now?
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Announcer: And now for something completely different. A man with three buttocks.
(Interview studio again)
Interviewer: Good evening, I have with me Mr. Arthur Frampton, who.. Mr. Frampton, I understand that you, as it were - well let me put it another way... I believe, Mr. Frampton, that whereas most people... didn't we do this just now?
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peterpuck9:
Frampton: I've been on Persian Radio ... Get off! Arthur Figgis knows I've got three buttocks.
Host: How?
Frarnpton: We go cycling together.
(Cut to shot of two men riding tandem. The one behind (Graham) looks down, looks up and exclaims 'strewth '.)
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Frampton: I've been on Persian Radio ... Get off! Arthur Figgis knows I've got three buttocks.
Host: How?
Frarnpton: We go cycling together.
(Cut to shot of two men riding tandem. The one behind (Graham) looks down, looks up and exclaims 'strewth '.)
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Stavro Arrgolus:
Now, er, look here, Mr Frampton. It's quite easy for somebody just to come along here to the BBC claiming... that they have a bit to spare in the botty department. The point is, our viewers need proof.
(Yes, I'm here even though I'm listed as offline)
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peterpuck9:
No!
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Now, er, look here, Mr Frampton. It's quite easy for somebody just to come along here to the BBC claiming... that they have a bit to spare in the botty department. The point is, our viewers need proof.
(Yes, I'm here even though I'm listed as offline)
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peterpuck9:
No!
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d No!
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Stavro Arrgolus:
Please take them down.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Please take them down.
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peterpuck9:
What? (to cameramen) 'Ere, get that away! I'm not taking me trousers down on television. What do you think I am?
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d What? (to cameramen) 'Ere, get that away! I'm not taking me trousers down on television. What do you think I am?
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Stavro Arrgolus:
Yes, yes, excellent, excellent. Well we were wondering, Mr. Frampton, if you could see your way clear to giving us a quick... a quick visual... Mr. Frampton, would you take your trousers down?
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Yes, yes, excellent, excellent. Well we were wondering, Mr. Frampton, if you could see your way clear to giving us a quick... a quick visual... Mr. Frampton, would you take your trousers down?
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peterpuck9:
I've got three cheeks.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d I've got three cheeks.
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Stavro Arrgolus:
Sshhh! Well now, I understand that you, Mr Frampton, have a... 50% bonus in the region of what you say.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Sshhh! Well now, I understand that you, Mr Frampton, have a... 50% bonus in the region of what you say.
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peterpuck9:
Fine, yeah fine.
What?
Oh, me bum.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Fine, yeah fine.
What?
Oh, me bum.
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Stavro Arrgolus:
Ah well, er, Mr Frampton. Erm, is that chair comfortable?
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peterpuck9:
Oh, sure.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Ah well, er, Mr Frampton. Erm, is that chair comfortable?
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peterpuck9:
Oh, sure.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Oh, sure.
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Stavro Arrgolus:
I have with me Mr Arthur Frampton who... Mr. Frampton, I understand that you - um - as it were... Well let me put it another way. Erm, I believe that whereas most people have - er - two... Two.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d I have with me Mr Arthur Frampton who... Mr. Frampton, I understand that you - um - as it were... Well let me put it another way. Erm, I believe that whereas most people have - er - two... Two.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d A man with three buttocks.
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MarlinsGirl:
And now for something completely different...
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d And now for something completely different...
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d 
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Society is to blame; we'll arrest them instead.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d it's a fair cop
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Right, me old beauty; you are nicked. You are hereby charged: one, that you did, on or about 1126, conspire to publicize a London Borough in the course of a BBC saga; two, that you were willfully and persistently a foreigner; three, that you conspired to do things not normally considered illegal; four, that you were caught in possession of an offensive weapon, viz., the big brown table down at the police station...
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danny d:
right! who's got a boil on his semprini,then?
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d right! who's got a boil on his semprini,then?
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d There's another dead bishop on the landing.
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peterpuck9:
Yus!
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Yus!
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Stavro Arrgolus:
All right. The church police!
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peterpuck9:
Shouldn't you call the church police?
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d All right. The church police!
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peterpuck9:
Shouldn't you call the church police?
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Shouldn't you call the church police?
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Stavro Arrgolus:
Tattooed on the back of his neck. I'm going to call the police.
(They should be coming anyway since you said semprini)
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peterpuck9:
How do you know?
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Right! I heard that!
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d semprini?
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Tattooed on the back of his neck. I'm going to call the police.
(They should be coming anyway since you said semprini)
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peterpuck9:
How do you know?
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d How do you know?
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Stavro Arrgolus:
Leicester.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Leicester.
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peterpuck9:
I don't know who keeps bringing them in here.......I put three by the bin and the dustman won't touch 'em!
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d I don't know who keeps bringing them in here.......I put three by the bin and the dustman won't touch 'em!
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Stavro Arrgolus:
Well it looked a bit Bath and Wellsish to me.
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peterpuck9:
Where's he from? What's his diocese? Semprini??
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Well it looked a bit Bath and Wellsish to me.
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peterpuck9:
Where's he from? What's his diocese? Semprini??
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Where's he from? What's his diocese? Semprini??
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Stavro Arrgolus:
There's a dead bishop on the landing.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Good evening. Tonight on 'It's the Mind' we examine the phenomenon of déjà vu, that strange feeling we someti... mes get ... that ... we've lived through something...
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Good evening. Tonight on 'It's the Mind', we examine the phenomenon of déjà vu. That strange feeling we sometimes get that we've lived through something before, that what is happening now has already happened. Tonight on 'It's the Mind' we examine the phenomenon of déjà vu, that strange feeling we sometimes get that we've ... (looks puzzled fir a moment) Anyway, tonight on 'It's the Mind' we examine the phenomenon of déjà vu, that strange...
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d THE BBC WOULD LIKE TO DENY THE LAST APOLOGY. IT IS VERY HAPPY AT HOME AND BBC 2 IS BOUND TO GO THROUGH THIS PHASE, SO FROM ALL OF US HERE GOOD NIGHT, SLEEP WELL, AND HAVE AN ABSOLUTELY SUPER DAY TOMORROW, KISS, KISS.
We've just heard that an explosion in the kitchens of the House of Lords has resulted in the breakage of seventeen storage jars. Police ruled out foul play. ...Lemon curry?
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MarlinsGirl:
THE BBC WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGIZE TO EVERYONE IN THE WORLD FOR THE LAST ITEM. IT WAS DISGUSTING AND BAD AND THOROUGHLY DISOBEDIENT AND PLEASE DON'T BOTHER TO PHONE UP BECAUSE WE KNOW IT WAS VERY TASTELESS, BUT THEY DIDN'T REALLY MEAN IT AND THEY DO ALL COME FROM BROKEN HOMES AND HAVE VERY UNHAPPY PERSONAL LIVES, ESPECIALLY ERIC. ANYWAY, THEY'RE REALLY VERY NICE PEOPLE UNDERNEATH AND VERY WARM IN THE TRADITIONAL SHOW BUSINESS WAY AND PLEASE DON'T WRITE IN EITHER BECAUSE THE BBC IS GOING THROUGH AN UNHAPPY PHASE AT THE MOMENT -- WHAT WITH ITS FATHER DYING AND THE MORTGAGE AND BBC 2 GOING OUT WITH MEN.'
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d THE BBC WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGIZE TO EVERYONE IN THE WORLD FOR THE LAST ITEM. IT WAS DISGUSTING AND BAD AND THOROUGHLY DISOBEDIENT AND PLEASE DON'T BOTHER TO PHONE UP BECAUSE WE KNOW IT WAS VERY TASTELESS, BUT THEY DIDN'T REALLY MEAN IT AND THEY DO ALL COME FROM BROKEN HOMES AND HAVE VERY UNHAPPY PERSONAL LIVES, ESPECIALLY ERIC. ANYWAY, THEY'RE REALLY VERY NICE PEOPLE UNDERNEATH AND VERY WARM IN THE TRADITIONAL SHOW BUSINESS WAY AND PLEASE DON'T WRITE IN EITHER BECAUSE THE BBC IS GOING THROUGH AN UNHAPPY PHASE AT THE MOMENT -- WHAT WITH ITS FATHER DYING AND THE MORTGAGE AND BBC 2 GOING OUT WITH MEN.'
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n0ppw:
Semprini?
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Semprini?
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d There's a dead bishop on the landing.
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peterpuck9:
Hello son.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Hello son.
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Stavro Arrgolus:
Hello, mum, hello, dad.
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peterpuck9:
Moan Moan Moan!
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d It will have to come out.
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danny d:
my brain hurts
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d my brain hurts
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Hello, mum, hello, dad.
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peterpuck9:
Moan Moan Moan!
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Moan Moan Moan!
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Stavro Arrgolus:
Well, I'll have a slice without so much rat in it.
CAPTION: 'ONE SLICE OF STRAWBERRY TART WITHOUT SO MUCH RAT IN IT LATER'
Appalling.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Well, I'll have a slice without so much rat in it.
CAPTION: 'ONE SLICE OF STRAWBERRY TART WITHOUT SO MUCH RAT IN IT LATER'
Appalling.
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peterpuck9:
Five. It's not a lot really.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Five. It's not a lot really.
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Stavro Arrgolus:
How much?
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peterpuck9:
Well, it's got some rat in it.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d How much?
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peterpuck9:
Well, it's got some rat in it.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Well, it's got some rat in it.
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Stavro Arrgolus:
Strawberry tart?!
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peterpuck9:
Well, there's rat cake, rat pudding, rat sorbet or..... strawberry tart.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Strawberry tart?!
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peterpuck9:
Well, there's rat cake, rat pudding, rat sorbet or..... strawberry tart.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Well, there's rat cake, rat pudding, rat sorbet or..... strawberry tart.
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Stavro Arrgolus:
What's for afters?
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peterpuck9:
You're always complaining!
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d What's for afters?
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peterpuck9:
You're always complaining!
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d You're always complaining!
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Stavro Arrgolus:
All right, I'll have the dead, unjugged rabbit fish...
CAPTION: 'ONE DEAD UNJUGGED RABBIT FISH LATER'
Well that was really horrible.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d All right, I'll have the dead, unjugged rabbit fish...
CAPTION: 'ONE DEAD UNJUGGED RABBIT FISH LATER'
Well that was really horrible.
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peterpuck9:
Well, it was coughing up blood last night.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Well, it was coughing up blood last night.
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Stavro Arrgolus:
Is it dead?
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Is it dead?
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peterpuck9:
Yeah, it's got fins.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Yeah, it's got fins.
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Stavro Arrgolus:
What, rabbit fish?
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d What, rabbit fish?
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peterpuck9:
There's rabbit.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d There's rabbit.
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Stavro Arrgolus:
What fish have you got that isn't jugged, then?
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d What fish have you got that isn't jugged, then?
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peterpuck9:
But jug fish is halibut.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d But jug fish is halibut.
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Stavro Arrgolus:
Halibut.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Halibut.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Liberal rubbish! Klaus, what you want with your jug fish?
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Pointed stick? Oh, oh, oh. We want to learn how to defend ourselves against pointed sticks, do we? Getting all high and mighty, eh? Fresh fruit not good enough for you eh? Well I'll tell you something, my lad. When you're walking home tonight and some great homicidal maniac comes after you with a bunch of loganberries, don't come crying to me!
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Like someone who attacks you with a pointed stick?
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Shut up your bloody gob....
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Stavro Arrgolus:
"And sending tinted postcards of places they don't realize they haven't even visited to "All at number 22, weather wonderful, our room is marked with an 'X'."
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d "And sending tinted postcards of places they don't realize they haven't even visited to "All at number 22, weather wonderful, our room is marked with an 'X'."
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d PLEASE!!!! SHUT-UP!!!!!
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Stavro Arrgolus:
"And then some adenoidal typists from Birmingham with flabby white legs and diarrhea trying to pick up hairy bandy-legged wop waiters called Manuel and once a week there's an excursion to the local Roman Remains to buy cherryade and melted ice cream and bleeding Watney's Red Barrel and one evening you visit the so called typical restaurant with local color and atmosphere and you sit next to a party from Rhyl who keep singing "Torremolinos, torremolinos" and complaining about the food - "It's so greasy isn't it?" - and you get cornered by some drunken greengrocer from Luton with an Instamatic camera and Dr. Scholl sandals and last Tuesday's Daily Express and he drones on and on about how Mr. Smith should be running this country and how many languages Enoch Powell can speak and then he throws up over the Cuba Libres. "
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d "And then some adenoidal typists from Birmingham with flabby white legs and diarrhea trying to pick up hairy bandy-legged wop waiters called Manuel and once a week there's an excursion to the local Roman Remains to buy cherryade and melted ice cream and bleeding Watney's Red Barrel and one evening you visit the so called typical restaurant with local color and atmosphere and you sit next to a party from Rhyl who keep singing "Torremolinos, torremolinos" and complaining about the food - "It's so greasy isn't it?" - and you get cornered by some drunken greengrocer from Luton with an Instamatic camera and Dr. Scholl sandals and last Tuesday's Daily Express and he drones on and on about how Mr. Smith should be running this country and how many languages Enoch Powell can speak and then he throws up over the Cuba Libres. "
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Please, Shut up.
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Stavro Arrgolus:
"And being herded into endless Hotel Miramars and Bellvueses and Continentales with their modern international luxury roomettes and draught Red Barrel and swimming pools full of fat German businessmen pretending they're acrobats forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging into queues and if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss the bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, the first item on the menu of International Cuisine, and every Thursday night the hotel has a bloody cabaret in the bar, featuring a tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some bloated fat tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners...."
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d "And being herded into endless Hotel Miramars and Bellvueses and Continentales with their modern international luxury roomettes and draught Red Barrel and swimming pools full of fat German businessmen pretending they're acrobats forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging into queues and if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss the bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, the first item on the menu of International Cuisine, and every Thursday night the hotel has a bloody cabaret in the bar, featuring a tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some bloated fat tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners...."
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Shut up!
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peterpuck9:
"Yes I quite agree I mean what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist barted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Boventry in their bloth baps and their bardigans and their transistor radios and their Sunday Mirrors, complaining about the tea - "Oh they don't make it properly here, do they, not like at home" - and stopping at Majorcan bodegas selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamaris and two veg and sitting in their botton frocks squirting Timothy White's suncream all over their puffy raw swollen purulent flesh 'cos they "overdid it on the first day." ..........
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d "Yes I quite agree I mean what's the point of being treated like sheep. What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist barted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Boventry in their bloth baps and their bardigans and their transistor radios and their Sunday Mirrors, complaining about the tea - "Oh they don't make it properly here, do they, not like at home" - and stopping at Majorcan bodegas selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamaris and two veg and sitting in their botton frocks squirting Timothy White's suncream all over their puffy raw swollen purulent flesh 'cos they "overdid it on the first day." ..........
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d You mean... You were raped?
Well.... At first.... Yes.
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d "Uh...My hovercraft is full of eels."
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d "We'll eat your mum, then if you feel guilty about it afterwards, we can dig a grave and you can throw up into it."
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fjrigjwwe9r2threads:MessageText fiogf49gjkf0d Time to dust off your favorite Monty Python's Flying Circus quotes. The groundbreaking sketch comedy show's surviving members, Michael Palin, John Cleese, Terry Jones, Terry Gilliam and Eric Idle, are close to reteaming for a science-fiction farce titled Absolutely Anything. The live-action comedy, which will be directed by Jones, will center on a man who becomes the plaything of a group of aliens that bestow upon him the power to do "absolutely anything." The Python boys will lend their voices to these scheming extraterrestrials, which will be CGI creations.
www.cinemablend.com/new/Monty-Python-Members-Reunite-Sci-fi-Farce-Absolutely-Anything-29055.html
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