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A Call For Humor!
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freemansteve
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Well, Monty Python is now being broadcast again, on UK FreeSat!
Here is a still from Series1, Episode 1. People in Russia are probably not allowed anything like this.
Well, Monty Python is now being broadcast again, on UK FreeSat!
Here is a still from Series1, Episode 1. People in Russia are probably not allowed anything like this.
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Loathecliff
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Apologies if a repeat.
This was posted elsewhere as an example of UK humour. Thus please note that I am merely a messenger:-
An elderly man lay dying in his bed. While suffering agonies on his way to his final moment, he suddenly smells the aroma of his favourite scones wafting up the stairs.
He gathers his remaining strength, and lifts himself from the bed. Leaning on the wall, he slowly makes his way out of the bedroom, gripping the wall, he slowly makes it to the kitchen.
There, piled on a tray are his favourite scones.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his devoted wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself
towards the table, landing on his knees in rumpled posture.
His aged and withered hand trembled towards a scone at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked by his wife with a wooden spoon……
"Clear off!" she said
"They're for the funeral".
This was posted elsewhere as an example of UK humour. Thus please note that I am merely a messenger:-
An elderly man lay dying in his bed. While suffering agonies on his way to his final moment, he suddenly smells the aroma of his favourite scones wafting up the stairs.
He gathers his remaining strength, and lifts himself from the bed. Leaning on the wall, he slowly makes his way out of the bedroom, gripping the wall, he slowly makes it to the kitchen.
There, piled on a tray are his favourite scones.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his devoted wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself
towards the table, landing on his knees in rumpled posture.
His aged and withered hand trembled towards a scone at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked by his wife with a wooden spoon……
"Clear off!" she said
"They're for the funeral".
