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Post by wildbill on Jul 30, 2005 8:29:17 GMT -6
;D
It appears I have now moved to the 'dark side' Am I doomed forever? Will I survive the experience? Will I no longer be welcome in public? Is my family going to shun me? But most importantly what is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?
Good to see everyone over 'here'
Bill (AKA the ugliest Naughty School Girl in Hedo history)
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Post by jojocanuck on Jul 30, 2005 9:30:41 GMT -6
Wildbill,
This is also my new addiction, I now spend very little time over "there". Are we doomed??
JO
Can't wait to meet you guys in November!
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Post by viperess on Jul 30, 2005 11:02:49 GMT -6
;D But most importantly what is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow? Good to see everyone over 'here' Bill (AKA the ugliest Naughty School Girl in Hedo history) African or European? DD
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Post by greeneyes on Jul 31, 2005 0:50:15 GMT -6
;D But most importantly what is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow? Good to see everyone over 'here' Bill (AKA the ugliest Naughty School Girl in Hedo history) African or European? DD And can it carry a coconut? (Non-Monty-Python fans, give up and move on to the next post.)
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Post by viperess on Jul 31, 2005 9:58:32 GMT -6
Are you suggesting that a 5 oz. bird can carry 5 lb. coconut??? Maybe if he 'grips' it by the husk.....
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Post by Irish Stu on Jul 31, 2005 10:14:22 GMT -6
In order to maintain air-speed velocity, a swallow needs to beat its wings forty-three times every second, right?
Simon
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Post by viperess on Jul 31, 2005 10:19:58 GMT -6
Just a little peril....
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Post by Christinko on Jul 31, 2005 14:12:39 GMT -6
What are you going to do? Bleed on me?
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Post by Irish Stu on Jul 31, 2005 15:04:45 GMT -6
Okay, we'll call it a draw.
Simon
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Post by viperess on Jul 31, 2005 16:03:59 GMT -6
bad Zoot...bad naughty Zoot...first we have to the spankings then the.....
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Post by Christinko on Jul 31, 2005 19:34:55 GMT -6
This weekend I was at a wedding in Atlanta and sharing a room with my aunt...
When she turned off the lights, I asked her if she had ever seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail...she hadn't....yet I still was compelled to whip out every quote I ever remembered from the movie into the darkness (ranging from proletariat comments to ferocious rabbit comments to English Knigget comments to herring and shrubbery comments) until she whapped me in the head with a pillow to shut up.
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Post by viperess on Jul 31, 2005 19:47:40 GMT -6
We are the knights who say.....KNEE!!!!
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Post by Chicago Jake on Jul 31, 2005 22:51:09 GMT -6
Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. He was not afraid to die, oh brave Sir Robin. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin. He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,.... or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken. To have his kneecap split, and his body burned away, and his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin. His head smashed in and heart cut out, and his liver removed, and his bowels unplugged, and his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off and his penis split...
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Post by Irish Stu on Aug 1, 2005 8:48:43 GMT -6
Listen, strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Simon
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Post by ♥ COVID-19♥ on Aug 1, 2005 11:00:38 GMT -6
Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. He was not afraid to die, oh brave Sir Robin. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin. He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,.... or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken. To have his kneecap split, and his body burned away, and his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin. His head smashed in and heart cut out, and his liver removed, and his bowels unplugged, and his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off and his penis split... What'd you do? Follow me around all weekend and write down EVERYTHING I did?
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Post by viperess on Aug 1, 2005 20:01:34 GMT -6
HELP! HELP! I"M BEING REPRESSED!!!
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Post by greeneyes on Aug 1, 2005 22:49:10 GMT -6
We are the knights who say.....KNEE!!!! Hush or I'll taunt you again!!! We are the knights who say "knee"
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Post by greeneyes on Aug 1, 2005 22:56:02 GMT -6
Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot. He was not afraid to die, oh brave Sir Robin. He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways, brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin. He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,.... or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken. To have his kneecap split, and his body burned away, and his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin. His head smashed in and heart cut out, and his liver removed, and his bowels unplugged, and his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off and his penis split... I'm sorry, Jake, but I don't have it handy, but didn't he Run Away!! He Ran away. Brave Siir Robin ran away! And as they traipsed on yonder through the woods, and the scribe/ singer noted -- 'brave sir robin ran away', Robin's there saying 'shut up' 'I didn't'; that's not true! 'Course, then he went to the bridge!
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Post by greeneyes on Aug 1, 2005 23:05:44 GMT -6
OK, as a public service, I must post this. I have on tape a PBS interview with the Monty Python ensemble, minus the guy who died (can't think of his name right now). But he was there, in an urn. They all spoke, in a PBS kind of way, quite serious about the phenom that was Monty Pythyon, then one of them kicked over the urn, and they all sprung into action, sweeping under the rug, using a hand-held vacuum, and pretending all the while, in a perfectly English way, that nothing was amiss. That was classic.
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Post by greeneyes on Aug 1, 2005 23:08:01 GMT -6
This weekend I was at a wedding in Atlanta and sharing a room with my aunt... When she turned off the lights, I asked her if she had ever seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail...she hadn't....yet I still was compelled to whip out every quote I ever remembered from the movie into the darkness (ranging from proletariat comments to ferocious rabbit comments to English Knigget comments to herring and shrubbery comments) until she whapped me in the head with a pillow to shut up. Yikes!!! Out of context, MP quotes could, in some states, be grounds for committment! You took quite the chance there, girl!
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Post by viperess on Aug 2, 2005 16:36:32 GMT -6
Oh what a world we live in, when any passing roughean(?) can say 'knee' to old ladies at will..... Repeat after me... Knee! Knee! Knuw! Knuw!! no that's Knee....
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Post by RumAndCoke on Aug 2, 2005 19:45:38 GMT -6
Sir Bedevere: There are ways of telling whether she is a witch. Peasant 1: Are there? Oh well, tell us. Sir Bedevere: Tell me. What do you do with witches? Peasant 1: Burn them. Sir Bedevere: And what do you burn, apart from witches? Peasant 1: More witches. Peasant 2: Wood. Sir Bedevere: Good. Now, why do witches burn? Peasant 3: ...because they're made of... wood? Sir Bedevere: Good. So how do you tell whether she is made of wood? Peasant 1: Build a bridge out of her. Sir Bedevere: But can you not also build bridges out of stone? Peasant 1: Oh yeah. Sir Bedevere: Does wood sink in water? Peasant 1: No, no, it floats!... It floats! Throw her into the pond! Sir Bedevere: No, no. What else floats in water? Peasant 1: Bread. Peasant 2: Apples. Peasant 3: Very small rocks. Peasant 1: Cider. Peasant 2: Gravy. Peasant 3: Cherries. Peasant 1: Mud. Peasant 2: Churches. Peasant 3: Lead! Lead! King Arthur: A duck (why a no chicken?). Sir Bedevere: ...Exactly. So, logically... Peasant 1: If she weighed the same as a duck (why a no chicken?)... she's made of wood. Sir Bedevere: And therefore... Peasant 2: ...A witch! There's lots more at www.imdb.com/title/tt0071853/quotes
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Post by Exildo Wonsetler Briggs III on Aug 2, 2005 20:51:55 GMT -6
YOU SICK PERVERT! You'll fit in just fine!
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Post by viperess on Aug 2, 2005 21:40:54 GMT -6
Sir Bedevere: There are ways of telling whether she is a witch. Peasant 1: Are there? Oh well, tell us. Sir Bedevere: Tell me. What do you do with witches? Peasant 1: Burn them. Sir Bedevere: And what do you burn, apart from witches? Peasant 1: More witches. Peasant 2: Wood. Sir Bedevere: Good. Now, why do witches burn? Peasant 3: ...because they're made of... wood? Sir Bedevere: Good. So how do you tell whether she is made of wood? Peasant 1: Build a bridge out of her. Sir Bedevere: But can you not also build bridges out of stone? Peasant 1: Oh yeah. Sir Bedevere: Does wood sink in water? Peasant 1: No, no, it floats!... It floats! Throw her into the pond! Sir Bedevere: No, no. What else floats in water? Peasant 1: Bread. Peasant 2: Apples. Peasant 3: Very small rocks. Peasant 1: Cider. Peasant 2: Gravy. Peasant 3: Cherries. Peasant 1: Mud. Peasant 2: Churches. Peasant 3: Lead! Lead! King Arthur: A duck (why a no chicken?). Sir Bedevere: ...Exactly. So, logically... Peasant 1: If she weighed the same as a duck (why a no chicken?)... she's made of wood. Sir Bedevere: And therefore... Peasant 2: ...A witch! There's lots more at www.imdb.com/title/tt0071853/quotesYou got the movie out, didn't you?... ;D DeeDee
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Post by Chicago Jake on Aug 2, 2005 22:47:47 GMT -6
No, he went to IMDb, as all right-thinking obsessive movie cultists do!......Jake
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Post by greeneyes on Aug 4, 2005 21:54:24 GMT -6
...And someday, all of this will be yours (says the king to the prince, at the window)
What? the curtains?
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Post by greeneyes on Aug 4, 2005 22:00:04 GMT -6
The Meaning of Life: "just one more little sliver - no! I can't - just a little sliver "BOOM!!!" (that's at the end)
Beginning: (singing) Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is good; (envision a bunch of nuns and dirty faced poor children of a family of 15 in a broadway review)
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Post by drmryder on Aug 5, 2005 8:31:29 GMT -6
Oh I HAVE GOT to get those on DVD. I've been deprived of watching those in a long time! I'll need about $100 or more to get the whole collection.
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Post by viperess on Aug 6, 2005 10:57:11 GMT -6
On second thought, lets not go there....it is a silly place...
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Post by Irish Stu on Aug 6, 2005 13:14:00 GMT -6
And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.'
Simon
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