FRIGGIS! THAT'S IT! FRIGGIS!

NO, IT ACTUALLY SAYS "COCK, PISS, PARTRIDGE".

HELLO, BONO. HAVE A SEAT.

- I'LL GET SOME CRISPS AND THINGS.
- ACTUALLY, JILL, A PIPE OF PRINGLES WILL SUFFICE.

SORRY, YOU'RE FROM MANCHESTER. COTTON AND GUNS.

WITHOUT HITTING NINE FIRST.

NO. IT WAS TERRY. I GAVE HIM THE TAPE.

SOME OF THESE PEOPLE HAVE COME FROM STOKE.

MICHAEL, RELEASE THE HEADMASTER.

ALAN, I JUST CAN'T MOVE ON THE FEE.
YOU KNOW WE LOVE YOUR WORK.

BUT I AM UP AGAINST IT WITH THIS BONDATHON,
SO IF YOU COULD LIMIT YOUR MOURNING...

- IT IS HIM!
- IT IS!

SHE'S TALKING ABOUT SELLING THIS STUFF
AT THE COVERED MARKET.

THERE'S ONE WORD FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU...

IT'S 11 P.M. TIME FOR "ALAN'S LOVE ASYLUM".

I CHANGED HER SHEETS EVERY DAY FOR TEN YEARS.

OR THE THIGH POCKET OF A PAIR OF COMBAT TROUSERS.

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