However, the more conventional Christian churches, in an attempt to assuage
people's fears, have announced that there is no cause for alarm and all
their bellicose rantings are nothing but saviour rattling!
Assuage: A donkey's earnings.
Nemo.
Ohhhh! It's really like being in heaven, to retire
Nobody paid attention. It was just sapper rattling!
VIMN!
It's still my subject line though - so there!
You're No.1 on the list for hell now for that - and I'll ask Saint Peter to
make sure that you go down there via the See Nick route!! :o)
Anyway - Stitched together any good ducks' beaks recently?
"Bill Taylor" <w.ta...@math.canterbury.ac.nz> wrote in message
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LOL!
They forgot their spanners/wrenches and left everything loose??
Very REMEss of them!
You never Seabees do that! They never bumble a job like that!
Nemo.
Ohhhh! It's really like being in heaven, to retire in 2007!!
LOL! And very toe pickle as well!
I'm with A Bee meself!
> When my Buick makes a noise as though something is loose is that laSabre
> rattling?
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My eyes prickle and I get a lump in my throat the size of an elephant's
scrotum to see such beautiful prose, each word delicately chosen for its
exactitude, depth and balance.
No wonder you were made Pope of All the Pies.
MAd daN
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> My eyes prickle and I get a lump in my throat the size of an elephant's
> scrotum to see such beautiful prose, each word delicately chosen for its
> exactitude, depth and balance.
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> No wonder you were made Pope of All the Pies.
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Shuffles with head down. Pokes toe in dirt. Speaks, "Aw shucks."
Drops electric razor on counter. (shaver rattling.)
Sir, I demand Satisfaction! I choose this lawn.
Sward fighting.
I choose this wide lawn.
Broadsward.
Blast! Foiled again!
You'll Epée for that!
I won't sit on the fence, I can't think of a pun for Scimitar yet.
Sam Youreye
> Sir, I demand Satisfaction! I choose this lawn.
> Sward fighting.
I'd rather fight on a clay moor, myself.
> I choose this wide lawn.
My stilletto heels won't be any good on any of those.
> Blast! Foiled again!
Can't think of a reply, so I'm going to cut, lass, and run.
-- Bill from Dagger Nam.
Glub glub glub
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> > Sward fighting.
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Very sharp sir. Straight to the point, as usual. Have you any pictures of
you in your stilettos?
I'll have a stab at thinking up some more.
Yours pointedly
Mac the Knife
They're just for the politicians, lawyers and other rich buggers - and
priests - who keep telling everybody how immoral the Working Classes are!
Working Classes: Industrial training sessions.
Navvy: Oh yes! Oim very good with de old pick an shohvell - and you shoud
Scimitar a road surface!
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That's a nasty Cutlass on your knee. It hurts like hell? Here. Have an
EpéeDural!
Someone bragging his head off about helping somebody: Favour rattling!
How about a noisy food additive for the next one?
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> Any more and I'll rape yer.
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NANG!!!
Oh. Wrong group!
Larger version of the popular (heaven knows why!) game show featuring
drunk-as-usual Michael Miles:
OK my dear. Picador and let's see what you've won.
Speelunker's knee knobs start to come loose when he's freezing cold: Caver
rattling!
Oops, peeps! Looks like I made a spelynx mistakes!
Stav Ross: The famous mild-mannered 50s/60s TV pianist without apostrophes
after he turned Greek!
Bloodnock: Quick! Get Sabrina out the back!
Grams: Shocked scream!
Bloodnock: No!! I said out the back - not UP the back!!!!!
And you'll have to do better than that if you're going to sell word-plays
for 5 cents, and you'd better give a slice of black wry bread away with each
one to shift em. Then you can advertise the free gift as Pun per Nickel!