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OK, I've slotkined my herbs, as you requested. Now what?
*dink* You've passed your Grade 8 cowbell exam. Well done
Still rockin’ on as Pat Benatar performs Love Is A Battlefield. OK, I've patted her. What should I do next?
OK then.
Good old Reiner.
I do have a triple-necked Geddy Lee, though I'm very dubious about the third neck.
Coincidentally, all the windows in the Dirty Dangler's house are made of (dangly) potatoes.
I’m allergic to pixies, will I still get the same results if I were to purée some fairies instead? Fairies must be fondued.
How can I get my hands on this “frozen yogurt” or whatever it’s called in the UK, I’m out of my favourite bubble bath liquid! You'll have to get out there, roll up your sleeves, and take care of business, then. Those pixies won't purée themselves.
But be sure to put on clean underbanths before doing so.
Quick, quick! Strap him to a lathe and convert him into a contrabassoon!
Ilent?
I think you'll find it's pronounced 'Baw-horse'
I’m not allowed anywhere near any Sackbutts, Pulg, and if you have forgotten then The Dirty Dangler can explain to you. That's OK. You can have a cornetto.
Yippee! Sackbutts for all!
Exhibit A : Bahamut
One of these is the Platinum Dragon... but who?!
is an ocarina blowoff in the air? Abso-bloody-lutely, and it's my aubercarinas against the Comte's, and considering what he's been doing with his, I feel pretty confident, let me tell you.
Yes it has, by yourself none the less, you just refuse to let the world know simply because you took offence to something that Comte de Malodor said about how he is better at growing music ready aubergines than you. Nearly, but not quite. I invented waterproof maracas
Mostly, they're just in a big old sulk because waterproof mascara hasn't been invented yet.
FREEMASONS.
But you can't cast them as type. They keep wriggling out of the moulds.
But may result in a flaccid Pompadour.
I thought he used unobtanium He couldn't get any.
No Pulg, I will not pull splinters out of you. No need to.You can just comb them out. And regarding the big sycamore, yes, it was us. Mr. Wumptious Bazzock wishes me to make him a gigantic atom-powered psaltery, and the wood for that has to come from somewhere. The uranium will come from somewhere else.
You'll be pulling splinters out of *there*, and *there*, and *there*, not to mention *there*, for quite some time afterwards, I fear.
... grilled up some ... Bruce Springsteen ...who? <goes back to listening to Poker Face> They spelled the name of Spruce Bringsteen, the Singing Conifer of Asbury Park Arboretum, wrong.
Possibly by singing a song from the 'Carbonara Banana'
Pulg, if you remember correctly, Comte de Malodor stole all your sequinned lederhosen years ago. He did, but gave them back in a hurry after over-vigorously sniffing the inside.
Sequinned lederhosen for all!
I don't dislike Neimand. The Timex Corporation is another matter entirely.
At some point after you've finished inserting all those watches, all the alarms will ring simultaneously. That will be the signal.
Good job it's waterproof to 50m, that's all I can say.
But you only play that one to warn us when your mother-in-law is coming to visit. Well, there you go, then. Watch out.
You will get My Little Symphony (Skinny and Bony), F#-ish Major, for Velocipede and Ghost, by Pulg (me), and Bonnie Tyler.
And what do The Windows play? Heart of Glass.
Maroon wine.
Frank Zappa & The Mothers Of Invention give us Sofa No. 1. In its symphony like brilliance. I am portly, and maroon. What am I?
Pulg does not need to have a Birkenstockposaunen band, thank you very much!You’d get a horn that only plays flats and sharps.that would be a Birkenstockposaunen. What we need and what we want are two very different things.
And other universal roleplaying systems.
One that means he has to use an amber flashing beacon when travelling on a dual carriageway, and is not allowed to exceed 50 m.p.h.
Makes no difference to me!Poog, Poog, that's not gasoline - it's custard!*pours gasoline in water and sets it on fire* Well, it should. Q: What's yellow, and very dangerous? A: Shark infested gasoline. - Doesn't work at all as a joke. Disastrous, in fact.
*pours gasoline in water and sets it on fire* Poog, Poog, that's not gasoline - it's custard!
You've let the Bloodbeast go to sleep on it, you rascal.
Nancy is - Beatrice is currently supporting the wheel-less Austin Ambassador Y-Reg my brother Pulgh stole 23 years ago.
Nuclear Brass might do it, as might Nuclear Bras, should you happen to have any handy.
Yes, £23.85 is the name of my house. You, however, will only recieve payment in the form of Queens Park Rangers' relegation-dodging 1998-9 B squad.
Ah yes, the rare scratch 'n' sniff edition.
It Never Rains Jam
Take! On! Aubergines! I'll! Be! There!, to Eggplant YOOOOOUUUUUUU!
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