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That will teach you to pinch my candy floss
You were warned -no snowballs!
Why is it I always have to carry the huge ball of cotton wool?
Hey, quit bashing me on the head. Don’t you have a gun like the others?
Commander “Where in Hell did all the natives come from and who gave them guns?”
Ok, ok, we got the point !
Follow me Queenie, while the boys are keeping them busy at the front here, you and i will move down their left flank and take them from the rear, right ho Mary, always fancied a bit of kiwi fruit
Hang on, I’ve got a great idea – why don’t we judge the finals of “The Empire’s Got Talent!” with a panel of experts instead?
no hitting below the belt, bwana.
Victorian team building could get vicious.
I’ve fallen an I can’t get up… Hey, let go of my hair, will you!
Victorian team building exercises could get rather vicious.
“And don’t ever crash our toga party again!”
Quick, shoot those two Britishers on the left, its those 118 118 guys.
I say sarge, great idea of yours to move down their left flank, a brilliant tactical manoeuvre, not really son, its just that rumour has it that they have got a naafi wagon, beer tent, and a whore house at the rear.
Why did you have to go and upset them sergeant, but all i said was where do you keep your sheep?
See the one with the club in his hand Birtie, i no him and his sister Matilder, comes from a family of head bangers, met him in Australia, a bit of a jolly swagman, he was camped beside a bille bong under the shade of a coolibah tree, he said he had a anchoring to butter him self, and audition for Britain got talent, because he sang and waited for his billy boil,he asked if i would like to go to a dance, come a waltzing with Matilder and me,she is a nice girl but a bit like mutton dressed up has lamb, she did look a bit sheepish,she ended up a kitchen goddess on Mt Cook, so, i asked him if he really was a Maori tribesman? he said yes, i am a real New Zealand all Black, i did wonder why he was wiggling his tongue at me,so i said, you are a real Kiwi then, he said, could you tell by the size my club? no i said, its the polish on your boots, what do you think Birtie, I think the sooner these guys shoot you, the butter i mean better!
I’ve got it, I’ve gottt ittttt ahhh, stop firing I have won
I really hate people who’ve got their head in the clouds when I’m trying to make a point..
He lived in Cloud Cuckoo Land all his life with his head in the clouds most of the time. On that fateful day he didn’t see the cloud on the horizon. Sgt. McCloud thought it a cloud of suspicion and stabbed him, mercifully putting an end to this cloudy story. But every cloud has a silver lining and our hero is now up there in the clouds, frequently on Cloud 9.
Which one is the Pa?
Mooha, pictured in the foreground, could not resist the temptation to hone his peacetime skills as a hairdresser.
The civil war between the :”Father Christmas must wear red” and the “Father Christmas must wear white” factions was long and bloody before the inevitable compromise was reached.