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Alright, I can't think of anything else to put up, so it is time for a caption competition, I think I might have found this of on Hallowed Ground (see sidebar, I always have difficulty opening it).
The prize is either in the Ordinary or Extra-ordinary form, and is one Pater, Ave and Gloria Patri.
How about:-
'Allo, 'Allo who do you think you are: Sterling Moss?"
or
"Constable, do you know where the rest of the procession has gone?"
17 comments:
'I found these two on the High Street. Does anyone know who they belong to?'
"You're arresting me because I forgot to put a no smoking sign on my horse? This is an outrage!"
Bishop Crumpet Rhys-Scone used a bit of literary license when re-enacting the Palm Sunday entrance of Christ into Jerusalem for the children.
Okay, are your eyes open, Your Grace? Okay --- ready! One, two, three, CHEEESE!
What? Oh, drat.
Okay, one more time, Excellency.
One, two, three...
We're sorry Your Grace, but your drivers license doesn't allow for you to drive this kind of horse power.
"'E says 'e's Saint Augustine, m'lud. The 'orse answers to the name of Clover. Couple of candles short of a tenebrae 'earse, if you wants my opinion..."
Comment deleted,
As amusing as your the last comment was, I think it was unsuitable for publication here.
How come I can't steer the horsie myself?
"It's a miracle Your Honour, an' no mistake. 'E marched in 'ere bold as brass and conferred the Hapostolic Blessing on all present. You could've 'eard a pin drop. I ain't sem nuffing like since the Old Queen died. The geezer on 'is back's some kind of RC priest..."
The Bishop always considered the hardest part of summoning his crozier by telekinesis was ensuring that no-one else noticed...
Everybody had a good time,even the Police joined in this year.
Emperor Haile Selliasse was determined to win the prize at the Fancy Dress Ball by coming dressed as the Archbishop of Westminster, but the carabinieri had been bribed by Mussolini, whose Dying Swan tutu was to die for.
'Old on my Lord, rest of clergy are coming along on shetland ponies.
The J&P group insist we embrace ecology, Officer.
You don't see one of those on the streets of Bighton every day, do you?
Comment deleted,
As amusing as your the last comment was, I think it was unsuitable for publication here.
I'm perplexed if that was mine, absolutely no offence intended. Apologies for any upset caused.
I'll get my coat...
Paulinus,
If it was yours, I can't remember, it was not in any way offensive, except to the most sensitive.
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