a discharge running down his leg that was exactly the colour he needed to do Richard's left sock. Just goes to show that pervs have all the luck. At that point there was a thud. Nobody had been feeding Louis Armstrong since he got stuck in the hole and he'd lost so much weight that he fell out and landed on top of everybody, killing
Wadsworth - The Butler, Professor Plum & Colonel Mustard. However, Mrs. Peacock managed to shun the situation by using her
candlestick in the library. The Sistine Chapel had had to diversify since the council threatened to withhold it's grant. Louis' head was spinning. He saw skies of blue and clouds of white, the bright blessed day, the dark sacred night He looked at the carnage and sarcastically thought to himself, what a wonderful world He'd been aiming for Les Dennis Just then Rolf had a phone call. His elderly great great great great great great great great grandmother was sick and he needed to be there. Could he rely on his friends to come with him? Who would take care of the dead bodies, and why do the Americans persist in calling Cluedo "Clue"? Taking a cheap Dan Air flight to Sydney they all arrived and Russ Abbot remarked to Kevin Costner (who had been strangely quiet recently)
"Life has new meaning to me There's beauty up above and things we never take notice of You wake up and suddenly you're in love" thought Kevin. You talking to me said Les? Yes said Kevin and Les biffed him into the road where he was promptly killed by a stampede of Thompsons Gazelles. The Aussies didn't believe in putting fences around their safari parks. Steve Irwin was wandering past with his arm round a crocodile. he suggested
but didn't fancy gatorbating. Sounded too much like a lewd act. A bit like koalasturbation but with more teeth. Suddenly Steve stopped. He was not quite sure what it was that made him stop. Perhaps it was the realisation that he adhered to the Bowksonian principle that suggested laughter was a social sanction against inflexible behaviour, or perhaps the ruddy great stone wall that now stood in his path. "What might this wall be", he mused, as he had by now ascertained that it was indeed, a wall. A high wall, One made of sunbleached sandstone. "oh my god", he bluted out as he finally realised where he was, "I've only gone and bumped into
Ayers Rock. He realised that officially it was now called Uluru but Steve liked to buck trends. You only had to see his wife to see evidence of that But they were in Sydney??? A simple explanation was offered by Russ Abbot. All the Aborigines had now become Travelling Wilburys and this was the world tour version of the rock. They'd missed it when it visited Biggleswade and they were determined to make the most of it now. There was a door leading into the rock...
and he didn't like it; One minute he was a wrestler, the next he was an actor, and someone had installed a door in him. Still, it was originally on a 348 so he could get his best mate Patrick Moore to play the slats xylophone style, which did give him and intense sense of pleasure. And when he hit a D over high C, his
Tubi let out an annoying booming sound. First rule for all Tubi owners, if it starts to boom check down the sides to make sure Patrick Moore isn't lurking near the undertray Just then Rolf had a heart attack and had to be carried around for the rest of the story in a sedan chair. There was only one man who could take his place and not arouse the suspicions of his granny - Bill Oddie Luckily Bill was abseiling down the side of the Opera House in preparation for Extreme Badger Watch. Oi Bill said
overheated and cracked manifolds Ive ever seen on a 355. It must have a Capristo exhaust he concluded. He continued down the building
and landed on top of Rolf's great great great etc etc granny. Another death. This soap opera was more dangerous than Emmerdale. All was not lost. The world had lost an old wizened hag of a woman but Rolf had gained a will. In the solicitor's office the will was read out. "To my darling great great great etc etc grandson I leave
green and smelly but now I have passed it down to you Rolf you need to keep it safe by pushing it firmly up your
trebor extra strong mints to take the nasty taste away of all those gentlemen she serviced, because she was a working girl whose speciality was
impersonating dead Australians. Unfortunately for her she had been just ever so slightly too good at it that day. Rolf took the sixpence and bit it. It was made of chocolate. This could only mean that
