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![]() It's not a bloody piano, its a clarenARt...you weird talking person. |
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![]() - I claim India for Britain! They go, - You can't claim us, we live here! 500 million of us! - Do you have a flag? - We don't need a bloody flag! It's our country, you bastards! - No flag, no country, you can't have one! That's the rules that I've just made up, and I'm backing it up with this gun that was lent from the National Rifle Association." |
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![]() "Cake or death?" "Eh, cake please." "Very well! Give him cake!" "Oh, thanks very much. It's very nice." "You! Cake or death?" “Uh, cake for me, too, please." "Very well! Give him cake, too! We're gonna run out of cake at this rate. You! Cake or death?" "Uh, death, please. No, cake! Cake! Cake, sorry. Sorry..." "You said death first, uh-uh, death first!" "Well, I meant cake!" "Oh, all right. You're lucky I'm Church of England!" Cake or death?" |
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![]() Beekeepers can’t do that! 2,000 bees… (buzzing sounds) “Hello, there, you in the street! You’re new, aren’t you?” (scared) “Huh?” “Do you want a cup of coffee? It’s no problem! (buzzing continues) No real problem…” “I don’t want a cup of coffee from you! You’re covered in bees!” “I like my women like I like my coffee… covered in bees! Now back off, back off!” (screams) They’re always just behind you… or in front. If beekeepers get together, and go in a sort of general outing, and they’re in a van with a lot of bees following, “Faster! Faster! (buzzing sounds) Faster! Put your foot down!”(sighs) Yes… |
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![]() what the historians called the Stupid Fucker period. Where everyone was going -"er, I dunno. Is that a Roman road? Can we eat it?" Then there was the dark Ages. " I can't even see you! Where are you?" |
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