There was Arctic John, a businessman from Salisbury who doesn’t hold water, Bruce Knott, a social worker from Cumberland who spends his lunch hour picking his bum, and Judith Glycerine, the reformation pig.
We are getting older fatter and balder. Each day brings us one step closer to death. Other than that, life’s a ding-a-derry.
No, General. I’m not your subordinate. And what I’m coming dangerously close to is violence.
-General Wedge Antilles
Fred and George turned to each other and said together, “Wow – we’re identical!
Could I please amend that suggestion? Could you not be there in the second darkest shadow one hour before midnight, to see who steps into the darkest shadow?
Martin, at my age, eroticism is reduced to enjoying caramel custard and looking at widows’ necks.’ – Senor Sempere.
Where are we?
Did I get my picture in the yearbook under “Most Likely to Commit Suicide”?
People look at a chair and say, “It’s just a chair,
Oh I get it. Krillian, you have a crush on Android Eighteen!