Well, midnite came and clock did strike And in she came, did Rabett's wife With legs like scissors and butcher's knives A tattooed breast and flaming eyes And a crimson carnation in her teeth Carving her way through the dance floor And I'm standing over by the bandstand Every eye gaping on RAabett's wife Yeah, every eye gaping on Rabett's wife...
A little light humour If you download the .mp3 file you can hear this from 26.50. Download available for seven days.
From an Edespatch from the Institute of Actuaries
[Note: I know that this doesn't make sense, I typed it as it was read-out.]
"Disclaimer Any opinions or advice contained within are not necessarily those of nor a wholly owned subsidiary thereof nor authorised or regulated by the Financial Services Authority and are intended as general guidance only and do not constitute advice or a contract in law. Help I'm being held prisoner by the Institute of Actuaries they keep me in a windowless office and make stuff envelopes all day, if I don't stuff enough they beat me, please help!"
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Accept your fate. I was held prisoner all day by Mrs. Tamino *and* the mother-in-law. The same fate awaits me tomorrow; there's no escape.
ReplyDeleteFear Not oh great Rabett! We are coming to get you free. We will depart right away and ...... wait a minute.
ReplyDeleteWhat was that honey ..... you need me to pick up some things for your mother - of course, right away.
Well, maybe the rescue will come later.
Best,
Yelling in the Fog
When I was younger,
ReplyDeleteso much younger than today,
I never needed anybody's help
in any way.
But now these days are gone,
I'm not so self assured,
Now I find I've changed my mind
and opened up the doors.
Arch Stanton
Well, midnite came and clock did strike
ReplyDeleteAnd in she came, did Rabett's wife
With legs like scissors and butcher's knives
A tattooed breast and flaming eyes
And a crimson carnation in her teeth
Carving her way through the dance floor
And I'm standing over by the bandstand
Every eye gaping on RAabett's wife
Yeah, every eye gaping on Rabett's wife...
OOOOOOAaaY! :)
Don't expect us mice to save you, Eli.
ReplyDeleteThere are cats about, you know...
...and bulldog's too (in this very thread)
and Ethon is too fat.
ReplyDeleteA little light humour
ReplyDeleteIf you download the .mp3 file you can hear this from 26.50. Download available for seven days.
From an Edespatch from the Institute of Actuaries
[Note: I know that this doesn't make sense, I typed it as it was read-out.]
"Disclaimer
Any opinions or advice contained within are not necessarily those of nor a wholly owned subsidiary thereof nor authorised or regulated by the Financial Services Authority and are intended as general guidance only and do not constitute advice or a contract in law. Help I'm being held prisoner by the Institute of Actuaries they keep me in a windowless office and make stuff envelopes all day, if I don't stuff enough they beat me, please help!"
Newsquiz 24.05.2008
http://downloads.bbc.co.uk/podcasts/radio4/fricomedy/fricomedy_20080523-1855.mp3
If it doesn't make you laugh, many apologies for silly British humour!
Well, there's the bad side of being held prisoner, like when Natasha wants me to attend a "couples" baby shower.
ReplyDeleteAnd then there's good being held prisoner, like when Natasha...well, I'll assume a Rabbet is familiar with the concept.
She hasn't been reading "Nude Scientist" again, has she?
ReplyDeleteJune 3: No carrot breath yet. Mrs. Rabbit must be a fox.
ReplyDeleteArch Stanton