So, now, George needs the bank account details and sort code so that the decontamination unit could remove the pigeon that has potentially incurred a flu inside the bank vault?
So, now, George needs the bank account details and sort code so that the decontamination unit could remove the pigeon that has potentially incurred a flu inside the bank vault?
Now, that is not your usual conversation with George Agdgdgdwngo, is it? Maybe, he’s just tired.
From which pot does the Prize-Giving Department draw the winners for the lottery again?
“Wodden ladders, talk to me!” Uh-oh, there he goes Terry Tibbs again with his signature line.
That sure was a mouse in need, don’t you think so?
This robber sure is prepared. He doesn’t even have an escape vehicle.
Was that restaurant manager really serious about booking that ‘bable’?
Vishka! Vishkovski! And his amazing dancing bear…on the hot coal!
That was pretty scary, isn’t it? That was sexual harassment!
Hey, Mike. Care to get more original? That “Goooooood evening, Sir.” sounded like George Agdgdgwngo.