I am very sorry to say it but I'm beginning to suspect that you, Master Bonk, are a corrosive and corrupting influence on this team. I'm beginning to suspect that you are an imposter in a borrowed tie. I'm beginning to suspect that absolutely nothing you say is straight or true, that you have been sculling in private waters and nibbling at that which is verboten. In short, I'm beginning to suspect that you, sir, are a mountebank, and as such you are liable at a moment's notice to be whipped out of the Cathedral Close by the retired spinsters of the parish.
Dibs!, indeed. Fibs would be more the ticket. Ladies and gentleman I suggest that we exercise our right to spit out this piece of moral gristle and grind it in the dust.
Now, on another matter, I do believe that there is one reverse sex left. Dibs. Can you deliver?
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So, all is revealed.
A double-dealer is in the house.
A sneaky backshuffling eBender.
I am very sorry to say it but I'm beginning to suspect that you, Master Bonk, are a corrosive and corrupting influence on this team. I'm beginning to suspect that you are an imposter in a borrowed tie. I'm beginning to suspect that absolutely nothing you say is straight or true, that you have been sculling in private waters and nibbling at that which is verboten. In short, I'm beginning to suspect that you, sir, are a mountebank, and as such you are liable at a moment's notice to be whipped out of the Cathedral Close by the retired spinsters of the parish.
Dibs!, indeed. Fibs would be more the ticket. Ladies and gentleman I suggest that we exercise our right to spit out this piece of moral gristle and grind it in the dust.
Now, on another matter, I do believe that there is one reverse sex left. Dibs. Can you deliver?