An Argument Is A Connected Series Of

In 1945, Peace Broke Out. It Was The End Of The Joke. Joke Warfare Was Banned At A Special Session Of The Geneva Convention, And In 1950 The Last Remaining Copy Of The Joke Was Laid To Rest Here In The Berkshire Countryside, Never To Be Told Again.

Mcgough: I'm Sorry. I'm Afraid I've Caught Poetry. Mr Bones: Oh Really? Well, Don't Worry, Sir - I Used To Suffer From Short Stories. Mcgough: Really? When? Mr Bones: Oh, Once Upon A Time...

There Is No Cannibalism In The British Navy, Absolutely None. And When I Say None, I Mean There Is A Certain Amount, More Than I Personally Admit.

Oh Lord Please Don't Burn Us Don't Kill Or Toast Your Flock. Don't Put Us On The Barbecue Or Simmer Us In Stock. Don't Bake Or Baste Or Boil Us Or Stir-fry Us In A Wok.

I Mean, If I Went 'round Saying I Was An Emperor, Just Because Some Moistened Bint Had Lobbed A Scimitar At Me, They'd Put Me Away!