Blessed are the cheese makers!
Avoid imitations
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Gash,
Ah will tell 'eem but ah don't think 'ee will be interrested. Ee's allreddy got wan you see".
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"The rabbit? I nearly soiled my armour you stupid Scots git!"
Ah will tell 'eem but ah don't think 'ee will be interrested. Ee's allreddy got wan you see".
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"The rabbit? I nearly soiled my armour you stupid Scots git!"
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I have a theory,that is to say a theory that is mine. The Brontasaurus is thin at one end,much,much thicker in the middle and thin at the other end. That is my theory Micheal.
The Brontasaurus a theory by Miss Anne Elk
The Brontasaurus a theory by Miss Anne Elk
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Finladn Finland Finland
The coutry where I quite want to be
Pony Trekking or camping
Or just watching TV
Finland Finland Finland
It's the country for me
Yes so near to Russia
So far from Japan
Quite a long way from Cairo
Lot's of miles from Vietnam
Herzlich Freundliche Grueze von die Schweiz.
Tip to all pilots - should you ever consider going civvy at your 16/38 point, don't ever fly Saab 2000.
You never know who might be in cabin.....
Hugs,
Yakkity
The coutry where I quite want to be
Pony Trekking or camping
Or just watching TV
Finland Finland Finland
It's the country for me
Yes so near to Russia
So far from Japan
Quite a long way from Cairo
Lot's of miles from Vietnam
Herzlich Freundliche Grueze von die Schweiz.
Tip to all pilots - should you ever consider going civvy at your 16/38 point, don't ever fly Saab 2000.
You never know who might be in cabin.....
Hugs,
Yakkity
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Vee are planink a hike to Bideford.
Oh, you've got the wrong map! This is Stalingrad. You won't have much fun in Stalingrad.
Not much fun in Stalingrad, no.
(it loses something without the accent).
Oh, you've got the wrong map! This is Stalingrad. You won't have much fun in Stalingrad.
Not much fun in Stalingrad, no.
(it loses something without the accent).
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Farmer Jones got out of his car and while heading for his friend's door, noticed a pig with a wooden leg. His curiosity roused, he ask, "Fred, how'd that pig get him a wooden leg?"
"Well Michael, that's a mighty special pig! A while back a wild boar attacked me while I was walking in the woods. That pig there came a runnin', went after that boar and
chased him away. Saved my life!"
"And the boar tore up his leg?"
"No he was fine after that. But a bit later we had that fire. Started in the shed up against the barn. Well, that ole pig started squealin' like he was stuck, woke us up, and 'fore we got out here, the darn thing had
herded the other animals out of the barn and saved 'em all!"
"So that's when he hurt his leg, huh, Fred?"
"No, Michael. He was a might winded, though. When my tractor hit a rock and rolled down the hill into the pond I was knocked clean out. When I came to, that pig had dove into the pond and dragged me out 'fore I drownded. Sure did save my life."
"And that was when he hurt his leg?"
"Oh no, he was fine. Cleaned him up, too."
"OK, Fred. So just tell me. How did he get the wooden leg?"
"Well", the farmer tells him, "A pig like that, you don't want to eat all at once."
"Well Michael, that's a mighty special pig! A while back a wild boar attacked me while I was walking in the woods. That pig there came a runnin', went after that boar and
chased him away. Saved my life!"
"And the boar tore up his leg?"
"No he was fine after that. But a bit later we had that fire. Started in the shed up against the barn. Well, that ole pig started squealin' like he was stuck, woke us up, and 'fore we got out here, the darn thing had
herded the other animals out of the barn and saved 'em all!"
"So that's when he hurt his leg, huh, Fred?"
"No, Michael. He was a might winded, though. When my tractor hit a rock and rolled down the hill into the pond I was knocked clean out. When I came to, that pig had dove into the pond and dragged me out 'fore I drownded. Sure did save my life."
"And that was when he hurt his leg?"
"Oh no, he was fine. Cleaned him up, too."
"OK, Fred. So just tell me. How did he get the wooden leg?"
"Well", the farmer tells him, "A pig like that, you don't want to eat all at once."
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Australian Table Wines
A lot of people in this country pooh-pooh Australian table wines. This is a pity, as many fine Australian wines appeal not only to the Australian palette, but also to the cognoscenti of Great Britain.
'Black Stump Bordeaux' is rightly praised as a peppermint flavoured Burgundy, whilst a good 'Sydney Syrup' can rank with any of the world's best sugary wines.
'Chateau Bleu', too, has won many prizes; not least for its taste, and its lingering afterburn.
'Old Smokey, 1968' has been compared favourably to a Welsh claret, whilst the Australian wino society thouroughly recommends a 1970 'Coq du Rod Laver', which, believe me, has a kick on it like a mule: 8 bottles of this, and you're really finished -- at the opening of the Sydney Bridge Club, they were fishing them out of the main sewers every half an hour.
Of the sparkling wines, the most famous is 'Perth Pink'. This is a bottle with a message in, and the message is BEWARE!. This is not a wine for drinking -- this is a wine for laying down and avoiding.
Another good fighting wine is 'Melbourne Old-and-Yellow', which is particularly heavy, and should be used only for hand-to-hand combat.
Quite the reverse is true of 'Chateau Chunder', which is an Appelachian controle, specially grown for those keen on regurgitation -- a fine wine which really opens up the sluices at both ends.
Real emetic fans will also go for a 'Hobart Muddy', and a prize winning 'Cuiver Reserve Chateau Bottled Nuit San Wogga Wogga', which has a bouquet like an aborigine's armpit.
A lot of people in this country pooh-pooh Australian table wines. This is a pity, as many fine Australian wines appeal not only to the Australian palette, but also to the cognoscenti of Great Britain.
'Black Stump Bordeaux' is rightly praised as a peppermint flavoured Burgundy, whilst a good 'Sydney Syrup' can rank with any of the world's best sugary wines.
'Chateau Bleu', too, has won many prizes; not least for its taste, and its lingering afterburn.
'Old Smokey, 1968' has been compared favourably to a Welsh claret, whilst the Australian wino society thouroughly recommends a 1970 'Coq du Rod Laver', which, believe me, has a kick on it like a mule: 8 bottles of this, and you're really finished -- at the opening of the Sydney Bridge Club, they were fishing them out of the main sewers every half an hour.
Of the sparkling wines, the most famous is 'Perth Pink'. This is a bottle with a message in, and the message is BEWARE!. This is not a wine for drinking -- this is a wine for laying down and avoiding.
Another good fighting wine is 'Melbourne Old-and-Yellow', which is particularly heavy, and should be used only for hand-to-hand combat.
Quite the reverse is true of 'Chateau Chunder', which is an Appelachian controle, specially grown for those keen on regurgitation -- a fine wine which really opens up the sluices at both ends.
Real emetic fans will also go for a 'Hobart Muddy', and a prize winning 'Cuiver Reserve Chateau Bottled Nuit San Wogga Wogga', which has a bouquet like an aborigine's armpit.
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Ah Brave Sir Robin and the Three Headed Knight
Middle Head: He's buggered off
Right Head: So he has. He's scarpered
Minstral(singing): Brave Sir Robin ran away
Robin: No!
Minstral: Bravely ran away, away.
Robin: I didn't!
Minstral: When danger reared it's ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled
Robin: No!
Minstral: Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about.
Robin: I didn't
Minstral: And gallently, he chickened out. Bravely taking to his feet,
Robin: I never did!
Minstral: He beat a very brave retreat,
Robin: All lies!
Minstral: Bravest of the brave , Sir Robin
Robin: I never!
Middle Head: He's buggered off
Right Head: So he has. He's scarpered
Minstral(singing): Brave Sir Robin ran away
Robin: No!
Minstral: Bravely ran away, away.
Robin: I didn't!
Minstral: When danger reared it's ugly head, he bravely turned his tail and fled
Robin: No!
Minstral: Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about.
Robin: I didn't
Minstral: And gallently, he chickened out. Bravely taking to his feet,
Robin: I never did!
Minstral: He beat a very brave retreat,
Robin: All lies!
Minstral: Bravest of the brave , Sir Robin
Robin: I never!
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We used to live in t'shoebox in t'middle o' road, and when we got 'ome our dad would slice us in two wi' bread knife...........if we were lucky!