Post by EvilNerfherder on Mar 10, 2006 22:15:46 GMT
Carry On War of The Worlds
The Ruined House.
The Curate (Peter Butterworth):How long have we been in here my son? SJ: Dunno.. a few days. PB: Well, I wish there was some food. I could really do with a bit. SJ: Couldn't we all! I haven't had any for ages either! Hyah Hyahh! PB (looking out at the pit): They're certainly busy out there.. They've been at it day and night since they got here. SJ: It's all right for some, eh? Hyah hyahh! PB: Look they're bringing some people in. I wonder what they're going to do with them? Outside a Martian has a woman in it's tentacles. It fumbles around behind her and her bra flies off with a loud twang. SJ: Phwooooaaar!! PB: Don't look my son, I fear she is undone. SJ: I can see that. Hyah hyah! PB: Now they have a man. Oh! He's being sucked dry! SJ: Lucky bleeder! Hyah hyah!
Ok, that was the last one. Probably.
''There's this fella.. he goes into this pub and he goes.. you know.. AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!'' Phil Lynott's first (and last) stand up gig.