Wow, look what I found in the storage unit!

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bloodline wrote:
I'm my day we had to make do with coal...

In my day we had to make do with shoe-box.

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You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!

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Karlos wrote:
@ thread

:roflmao: :python: :python: :python:

Man, I loved that sketch! All sat there in their smokers jackets drinking brandy (or whatever) and cigars attempting to get across their impoverished youth...

Anybody remember the really weird sketch with the aliens going around turning everybody Scottish so they could win at Wimbledon (insinuating that all Scots are hopeless at tennis)?

Graham Chapman was the hard pressed scientist / detective attempting to unravel the aliens' fiendish plot...

In the end it turned out to be some kind of mansized pudding thing.

Man, what were those guys taking? :lol:

Remotely, though I do remember the one about the Scottsmen that where bombs.  Showing the guys crawling on their stomachs towards a ticking Scottsman. :-D

Or the "How Not to be Seen" sketch was probably my favorite.

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@ Quixote:

And the magazine cover-disks used to be vinyl 45's...

"...and we made them run by putting rodents on platters chasing a big piece of cheese." :-)

Sorry to be so OT but this is the funnest thread I've seen in a bit. :-P