And this one too
let’s not forget this one
I worry about you Frank ! 
I worry more about those around him!
ah its ok, i play with dogs, i pet their wings. I comb my birds fur once a week. and just because i sleep with pidgeons…doesn’t make me crazy!!
LMAO
As long as you’re just sleeping with them!
“Oh, you ain’t seen BAD.
But it’s commin’.”
c’mon, guess what movie.
[QUOTE=hskwarrior;902569]ah its ok, i play with dogs, i pet their wings. I comb my birds fur once a week. and just because i sleep with pidgeons…doesn’t make me crazy!![/QUOTE]
it’s been done (italics mine)…
Monty Python’s Flying Circus - Episode 5 (Man’s Crisis of Identity in the Latter Half of the 20th Century)
Man: (in response to question “How effective do you consider the legal weapons employed by legal customs officers, nowadays?”; getting up from a deckchair and screaming with indignation and rage: he has a knotted handkerchief on his head and his trousers are rolled up to the knees) Well I, I think that, er, nobody who has gone abroad should be allowed back in the country. I mean, er, blimey, blimey if they’re not keen enough to stay here when they’re ‘ere, why should we allow them back, er, at the tax-payers’ expense? I mean, be fair, I mean, I don’t eat squirrels do I? I mean well perhaps I do one or two but there’s no law against that, is there? It’s a free country. I mean if I want to eat a squirrel now and again, that’s me own business, innit? I mean, I’m no racialist!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mfq15gTSt64&feature=related
around 5:00
What’s with that knotted hankie anyway?
[QUOTE=SimonM;902617]What’s with that knotted hankie anyway?[/QUOTE]
you know, somewhere in the dusty recesses of my mind I seem to recall one of the Pythons explaining the origin of that, but the reason eludes me (like the name of the Irish gentleman who wrote “101 Ways to Start a Fight” )
by looking up, i can see clouds (clear clouds, green clouds with little swirly things) in the cement. I wear socks on my hands, not because it’s cold, but because i have toe jam between my fingers. people look an stare, but are they only seeing things within themselves, or are they imitating faceless seagulls?