Monty Python on free masons
Yes, well, that's about the type blinkard, phillistine pig-ignorance I've come to expect from you noncreative garbage. You sit there on your loathsome, spotty behinds, sqeezing blackheads, and not caring a tinkers cuss for the struggling artist, you excrement! You whining hipocritical toadies with your Tony Jacklin golf culbs and your bleeding secret masonic handshakes, you wouldn't let me join, would you, you blackballing bastards. Well, I wouldn't become a free mason now if you got down on your lousy stinking knees and begged me.
Monty Python greetings
- "Bugger off, you evil git!"
- HEY!! That's *MISTER* Snivelling Little Rat-Faced Git, to you! Only my wife, Dreary Fat Boring Old, and our children, Dirty Lying Little Two-Face and Whining Wretched Little, are allowed to call me that!
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