Thursday, August 02, 2007

Darque = Wanque

'What do you think you're doing, Jeeves, disturbing me on my death bed?' 'Sir, I keep telling you: calling it your 'death bead' isn't goign to help you score goth chicks.'

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

I've told you once, I've told you a million times - you can ring my beeellll ring my bell!

Anonymous said...

"So where exactly is Speckled Jim now?"

"You've just eaten him sir."

Anonymous said...

It seems that National are still consulting about the best way forward on policy, which is quite a different approach for modern New Zealand, which has got used to having policy and law foisted on it by those who feel they know better, and then expect the electorate to pay for it. To name a few: anti-smacking, retrospective legislation on election spending, silly questions in hospital breast-feeding laws, Winston Peters as Foreign Minister...blah blah... Those Labour supporters who have commented so far are a typical example of this attitude: they would love to hear about National policies so they can either re-sell them as their own, or tear them to pieces, regardless of their merits. But still it is nice to see policy developed in consultation with those it affects, even if the politburo does feel threatened by such a democratic, centrist approach.

Anonymous said...

"Well if you don't do that. Then what the hell does the Head Servant do?"

Josh said...

Jesus Christ, LeeLee -- if you left that comment here, what the hell did you leave on the political blog you were obviously trying to comment on?

Anonymous said...

Let's put it this way - I just spent a very interesting day hand-cuffed to a chair by Helen Clark's personal security, while they ascertained whether my suggestions were physically possible.

Anonymous said...

"What's taking so long, Jeeves??"
"Well, she said she had to do her makeup, sir, and trim her ..."
"What??"
"I believe you had asked me to fetch the wench?"
"No, I said fetch me the WENCH. The WENCH! I need to fix the headbawd - it's totally bwoken!"
"Oh - um, I see sir. So I'll tell your wife that ..."
"Naah, tell her to come when she's weady. Could use some fewwatio wight about now."

Anonymous said...

Make that "totawwy bwoken".

Col Wilson said...

Smell this!

zoe_rawr said...

"Come 'ere, Jeevesy Weevesey, come to Papa Bear."