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Originally Posted by groggy
Nuns with guns!!:q:q
The Winchester Sisters of Little Mercy.:doh::doh:
Nun guns.
Hunt'n' for God!
If you see Buddha on the road shoot him......
Those $@#^%$# Mormons better not knock again during dinner!
Big Gun Nun's for God
Now do your freakin homework or
Say ya Preys ya little tike.
Now, what was that smartarse crack about Nunchuks?
Eliot Ness's new undercover squad ready to go into action against the bootleg sweet sherry producers at Fat Mary's Convent.
(Coincidentally, the squad consists of five pairs of identical twins)
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition.
welcome to the John Wayne Church of Perpetual Shooting.
Like this one the most.Quote:
Originally Posted by Lignin
Wheres Whoopy?
Sorry, in hospital.Atrial fibrillation and warfarin stabilisation.Boring, but essential.
Somebody else have a crack, and I'll be home in a few days!
:oo: Geez That's a good excuse.:rolleyes:Quote:
Originally Posted by Lignin
In the vein of invisible things.
Big Bazza, National Air Guitar champon, tries his hand at competetive cycling.
Big Bazza has Pigtails Pugwash:pQuote:
Originally Posted by pugwash
Big Bazza is an air guitar champion. You wouldn't expect him to conform to society's conventional views of normality and sexual stereotypes.:UQuote:
Originally Posted by wheelinround
Undaunted by the theft of their bikes, the team went on to come third overall.:cool:
Obviously not also ha breast inplantsQuote:
Originally Posted by pugwash
The Team that looked after the New Stealth B2 bomber thought they'd have a go at Cycling using the same materials for the bikes.
After the race, the team amused the crowd with their rendition of John Cleese's "Yorkshiremen."
I hate these bikes! If I'm not losing the pedals, the seat is disappearing up my clacker!
:)(:rofl::aro-u: sorry skew but the ring in your avitar ...........
When bike thieves strike...........................
Take it away Ray.Quote:
Originally Posted by wheelinround
BRB TY :2tsup:
Hoot mon Donald where's ya troosers
The Great Highland Stare out contest enters the third hour, and people are on the edge of their seats.
See the dancing staff! No strings attached! Nothing up the sleeves, nothing under the kilt...
Och, ye daft sassenachs! Ye call this piddly wee thing a caber?
Mr Harry McPotter! Remove ye invisibility cloak now!
Well what did you expect?? A cobra??
OR.............
Scottish Snake Charming (Och, it's too expensive to keep a real snake)
OR.....
If I take my eyes off it, it will strike.
McDougall, the Drum-Major, was totally confused by his inability to get his mace off the ground.
The band, as a practical joke, had filled it with rare 'earth' magnets.
"Yep. Looks straight to me. I'll take this one!"
"I'll clear this thing with a standing jump and hope it doesn't end up in me kilt"
I don't know why the brothers gave me a walking stick with and ash tray in the end? I don't smoke!
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Originally Posted by Skew ChiDAMN!!
Your's Skew:2tsup:
Now ya see it, now ya don't... :rolleyes:
Cupid comes a cropper with a chopper in Afganistan.
It slices it dices it flocks the feathers