"I think it was 'blessed are the cheesemakers'"

:D :D

"Look. I'm not saying that being a leper was a bowl of cherries. But it was a living. I mean, you try waving muscular suntanned limbs in people's faces demanding compassion. It's a bloody disaster." :lol: :lol:

Brian to crowd: you're ALL different! ......random dude: i'm not

 

follow the shoe!!!! nooo follow the gord!!!!!!!! the shoe!!!!!!!!! the gord!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

won't haggle!?!!?? oh dear one born every minute!!!

 

half a dinari for me bleedin' life story!!?????....theres just no pleasing some people!

 

crucafixion's a doddle!

 

crucafixion party...........wait for iiiiiit...........

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

:lol: :lol:

 

genius

sheer genius

"I think it was 'blessed are the cheesemakers'"

:D :D

 

ah, that's nice cos they have hellova time!

 

:lol: :lol:

:lol: :lol: i love the song :lol:

 

Brian ... the babe they called Brian

Grew ... grew grew and grew, grew up to be

A boy called Brian

A boy called Brian

 

He had arms and legs and hands and feet

This boy whose name was Brian

And he grew, grew, grew and grew

Grew up to be

Yes he grew up to be

A teenager called Brian

A teenager called Brian

And his face became spotty

Yes his face became spotty

And his voice dropped down low

And things started to grow

On young Brian and show

He was certainly no

 

No girl named Brian

Not a girl named Brian

 

And he started to shave

And have one off the wrist

And want to see girls

And go out and get pissed

 

This man called Brian

This man called Brian

 

:D :P

"I want to be a woman. From now on I want you all to call me Loretta."

 

"It's every man's right to have babies if he wants them."

:lol: :lol:

 

YES!! the intro titles too:

 

jerusalem

 

 

 

b.c.

 

 

 

about teatime

 

:lol:

PILATE: The little wascal has spiwit.

CENTURION: Has what, sir?

PILATE: *SPIWIT*.

CENTURION: Yes, he did, sir.

PILATE: No, no, spiwit ... bwavado ... a touch of dewwing-do.

CENTURION (still not really understanding)

Ah. About eleven, sir.

PILATE (to BRIAN) So you dare to waid us.

BRIAN: To what?

PILATE: Stwike him, centuwion, vewwy woughly.

CENTURION: And throw him to the floor, sir?

PILATE: What?

CENTURION: THWOW him to the floor again, sir?

PILATE:Oh yes. Thwow him to the floor.

:lol: :lol:

biggus dickus!!! :stunned:

 

:lol:

 

he has a wife you know..do you know what her name is???

 

 

incontenentia....incontenentia buttocks! :stunned:

 

:D

:lol: :lol: :lol:

sillius soddus!!

 

:D

 

 

 

ooooooh...the dead parrot sketch! :lol:

 

and have you ever seen the philosphers 11 footy match or the incontenents marathon sketches!?

 

LOLF!!

no :embarrased: