Bigguth Dickuth

[Anisa]

Yeth, hello, good thitithenth, and welcome to the Life of Brian page, your thourth for the betht in technological accthethories for the twenty-firtht thentury. I, of courth, am your friend Bigguth Dickuth, high commander of the crack legionth in Rome, and a damned good tennith player. I have been athked to introduth thith page thimply becauth they needed thomeone who commandth rethpect, and thereth nothing that commandth rethpect like a Dickuth. The name of Dickuth hath been known and rethpected thinth the dayth of Juliuth Theathar, with great men like Harry Dickuth, Littluth Dickuth, and Dickuth Dickuth paving the way for the Dickutheth of tomorrow. We are well known for our military proweth -- "You can't beat a Dickuth," they thay, and --

Darling, are you leading into the page, or are you going on and on?

Oh, and that would be my wife, Incontinentia Buttockth.

Pleassssssed to meet you. Really I am.

Oh, here'th the page now. Enjoy, thitithenth.

And if you ssssssshould ever need insssssssssssssspiration in life, just think of the name of Dickusssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss, and all will be clear.

Goodbye, and hail theathar.

[Anisa]

Originally Posted by razrif

Reg: The only people we hate more than the Romans are the ****ing Judean People's Front.
Stan: Yeah, the Judean People's Front.
Reg: Yeah.
Stan: And the Popular Front of Judea.
Reg: Yeah.
Stan: And the People's Front of Judea.
Reg: Yea... what?
Stan: The People's Front of Judea.
Reg: We're the People's Front of Judea!
Stan: I thought we were the Popular Front.
Reg: People's Front!
Francis: What ever happened to the Popular Front?
Reg: He's over there. [points to a lone man]
Reg, Stan, Francis, Judith: SPLITTER!

[Keeda]

That's Funny!!!

Thith wath tho funny!!!!

[razrif]

The Nativity: in a stable in Bethlehem, a baby lies in a manger. His mother, Mandy, is startled by the noise as three camels arrive outside.]
Mandy: Aaaagh! Who are you?
Wise Man 1: We are three wise men.
Wise Man 2: We are astrologers. We have come from the East.
Mandy: Is this some kind of joke?
Wise Man 3: We wish to praise the infant.
Wise Man 1: We must pay homage to him.
Mandy: Homage? You're drunk, it's disgusting!
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more like. Get out!
Wise Man 3: We must see him. We have brought gifts.
Mandy: OUT!
Wise Man 1: Gold, frankincense, myrrh!
Mandy: Well, why didn't you say? He's over here...

Mandy: So, you're astrologers, eh? Well, what is he?
Wise Men: Hmm?
Mandy: What star sign is he?
Wise Man 1: Capricorn.
Mandy: Capricorn, eh? What are they like?
Wise Man 2: He is the son of God... our Messiah.
Wise Man 1: King of the Jews.
Mandy: And that's Capricorn, is it?
Wise Man 3: No, no — that's just him.
Mandy: Oh. I was going to say, otherwise there'd be a lot of them.

[Anisa]

[Anisa]